He  Is Risen! The Lord Hath Returned! Headlines around the world today  trumpeted the historic event. After more than two thousand years of  silence, Jesus Christ is back! Christians, after waiting around  patiently for ages, finally got a glimpse of their boy as he emerged,  white-robed and glorious, walking the Earth in a glow of shimmering  light, accompanied by a rich orchestral and choral fanfare.
                                                       
                                                      Then  he took one long look around. "WTF? You've totally  trashed my name! I take a  brief two millennium sabbatical, and you've turned me into a bottle of  snake-oil!"
                                                       
                                                      The  Son of God spent less than twenty minutes on Earth before he realized  that his whole life had become some epic-crazy-carnival-cult-fairytale  followed by hundreds of millions of maniacal super fans. "When I was  growing up, life sucked," He said "I just wanted to make the world a  little less shitty. You know, more peace and love. And  now my name gets shouted out in anger every time someone barks their  shin or squashes their thumb in a car door? How did that happen?"
                                                       
                                                      Jesus  slapped his forehead in disbelief when he saw the Vatican. "Really? A  palace with a basement full of gold, and a religion with more power than  most countries... based on my teachings?" he exclaimed. "I turn the other cheek, and my whole reputation gets thrown into a blender and  liquefied."
                                                       
                                                      Then  Jesus looked at a calendar. "You're kidding, right? Your whole  time-system is based on the day I was born, 2019 years ago? That's a little creepy," he exclaimed.
                                                       
                                                      But  that's not what put Jesus over the edge. "So my name's in some book  called the Bible, and it's in every hotel room in America? And people  wear crosses around their necks because that's how I was killed? Good  thing I wasn't hanged, or trampled to death by a donkey." Jesus then sneaked into a trump rally, where  He heard His name used 37 times celebrating firearms, and condemning  heath care, women's rights and environmental regulation. "That's it! I'm  outta here!" And he fled in horror.
                                                        
                                                      Jesus  concluded his Second Coming by changing his phone number, his e-mail  address, and his name. And while no one was looking, he slipped back  through the dimensional portal. "I'll see you in a another two thousand  years. But first, please un-fuck my name. All I wanted to do was fix  things, for Christ's sake!"