If targeted ads were true, I’m overweight, bald, have a small one (you know what), and it’s not working. Lies! I’m not bald… I have a tall forehead… :D
Exactly. It’s not a genie in a bottle. There’s an old joke about it. This guy is completely broke. Desperate, he goes to church and asks “Jesus! Please, help me. Make me win the lottery.” Nothing happens, so he goes back, standing right in front of the cross and asking again. Nothing happens. He goes back, this time on his knees begging with tears in his eyes “Please, Jesus, help me. Make me win the lottery.” Nothing happens. He goes back again, walking the whole aisle on his knees begging, out loud, “Please, Jesus, help me!” Nothing happens. This time, he completely loses it. He throws himself on the floor and drags his trembling bawling pathetic body all the way to the cross, screaming “Please, Jesus, help me!” All of a sudden, a ray of light comes from the sky and Jesus himself materializes right in front of him. He gets on his knees, raises his hands to Heaven, and says “Thank you, Jesus. You came to help me!” And Jesus says “No. I’m here to ask you to help ME! Go buy a F*****G TICKET!”
There was another god, Lactis, who… er… enjoyed a lot of time by himself… if you know what I mean… Dairy farmers all across the Roman Empire adopted him as their deity. It was supposed to be a joke, playing on the similarity between their activities, but it stuck eventually. Although it is said that there was a famous member of his cult in Israel, it was just a rumor. He never practiced the right ritual :D But it shows the extension of Lactis fame. So much so that Saturn, his grandad, ordered Jupiter to arrange a marriage for him, to protect the image of the pantheon. Jupiter selected Ceres because she was known to be very hard, very strict, she was a real disciplinarian. However, Ceres fell in love with Lactis and turned soft. Old scrolls telling the story ended up in the hands of a religious zealot running a sanitarium. He was a vegetarian and a healthy lifestyle fanatic. However, he was really really bad at Latin and thought the scrolls were a recipe book. And that’s how milk started to be used to soften hard cereals. :D (Source: a randomly connected network of bored brain cells screaming for caffeine.)
We are all just prisoners here, of our own device