Imperfect People

The Archangel Gabriel had a beef with God.

"You have a beef with Me?"

"Well, not exactly a beef, Lord, " says the archangel, backpedaling rapidly. "More of a question. It's that guy."

"What guy?" asks God. "There are so many."

"You know. The one you put in charge of a whole country. The bully. The rude, foul-mouthed egomaniac."

"Hmm," muses God. "There are a good few of those, too. But I know who you mean. Not to be immodest, but I know everything. What about him?"

"It's just ..." Gabriel hesitates a moment. "Well, it's just that he's a bully! A rude, foul-mouthed egomaniacal bully! Why put him in charge of a whole country? With vast international implications to boot, no less?"

God chuckles softly. "Ah, Gabe," he rumbles gently. "The wise understand that I use imperfect people to do great things. Have done throughout history ... Kings Saul, David, Solomon, Chinggis Khan, Attila the Hun, Ivan the Terrible ... that kind of thing. Or that kind of king. Ha, ha."

"Yes, very humorous, Lord," winces Gabriel. "But has there ever been a less suitable leader in whose hands to place the lives of thousands ... nay, millions of humans? What is the ... the upside of this guy? What are the 'great things'? What is he doing, or what is he going do that is so great?"

"He has raised his nation from the ruins," smiles God. "Made it great again, you might say. And he's right in line with one of my favorite principles: he really hates Jews."

"And for that," sighs the archangel, "you tolerate the stupid little mustache?"