You're not missing anything. I'm just in a funky mood. lol
It's actually from a joke I heard many years ago about a farmer named Clyde, a God-fearing, church-going man. Year after year natural disasters devastated his crops, tornadoes, droughts, floods. He prayed and prayed and then God finally answered one day: I don't know Clyde, etc.
That used to be the joke told about a guy named Job. You didn't know that? It's true. Then someone dug up evidence indicating that it wasn't god that was responsible for all of the various horrors that devastated Job and his family. Oh no. Not at all.
It seems it was all a result of some R&D by the Military Industrial Complex. You know, early bio-weapons and psycho-warfare stuff -- and so of course, once the word got out everyone decided the decent thing to do was to use someone else's name when telling the joke.
I mean, don't you think that's really the only decent thing to do? Yeah-ya. Of course you do.
Just wait till I tell ya the back story behind King David . . . oh wait. Maybe you can connect the dots yourself. It's the same kind of thing done to Bill. YOu remember Bill don't you? Yeah-ya. Of course. Hee! THAT Bill.
Well. Didn't you hear? Monica was introduced to the President by a repelican . . .
So really, it is the ultimate proof . . . if you don't learn your history, you are doomed to repeat it.