“The universe is just like the DMV. Ergo, God exists. Praise Jesus!”
Having recently spent time at the local DMV receiving my license and registration renewals, I can personally attest that few things offer absolute proof of a directionless — if not openly malevolent — universe than the Department of Motor Vehicles.
That said, anyone who can write with a straight face about “my forthcoming book . . . out from Regnery in October” also supplies evidence to this end.