I smoke pot not necessarily "to be happy," but "to mellow me out."
I write "phantom pooper stories" because I enjoy doing so, as does Karen: she trhrives on the attention.
As for "god:" how can I have a problem with an all powerful being which does not manifest itself, does not exist?
As for "black people:" I've had black friends, bosses and neighbors: I really don't mind blacks nor do I dislike Karen: I'm simply delivering on a silver platter that which she lives for...attention and mild abuse so that she can once again confirm to herself that yeah, she really is as relevant to the scheme of things as a fart in a hurricane.