A meme of my own composing

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...if anyone would like to play along.

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A miracle has occurred.

Somehow, you have just been given the powers of a minor diety
(your own personal faith notwithstanding).

You have very few limits to what you are now able to do.

In your own LJ, copy this intro and list up to ten actions you might take (and remember ripple effects!), then link back here so I can see your brave new world.

Act the First:
Act the Second:
Act the Third:
Act the Fourth:
Act the Fifth:
Act the Sixth:
Act the Seventh:
Act the Eighth:
Act the Ninth:
Act the Tenth:

For the curious, I was inspired by the fate of Karel Sorensen in Howard Chaykin's alternate-DC-future trilogy, Twilight. Can't find a good summary of it on-line, though, drat it. But she used to hum along with her own hymns.

In no particular order:

• Act the First: Double-deck SR 836 with crystal pavement (for visibility on the bottom deck) and create organic solar-powered roadtrees for lighting to replace those gawdawful sodium vapour things.
  
  
• Act the Second: Give over Kashmir to the Sikhs and tell the Indians and Pakistani paws off.
  
  
• Act the Third: Cast all dog-abusers into eternal torment. That'll free up police to take care of humans abusing humans. That'll free up a lot of housing, too. Create large dog sanctuary as a side effect. The faithful may staff that.
  
  
• Act the Fourth: Unpopular move but since I'm acting goddess, they can't vote me out -- take Jerusalem away from EVERYBODY until they learn how to share nicely.
  
  
• Act the Fifth: Exile the whole Bush family and appropriate (not all, just the nasty ones) cousins, hangers-on, et al. to someplace where they won't muss my planet again.
  
  
• Act the Sixth: Clean the air. In that vein, banish all cars from Los Angeles and Orange Counties (except for studio use) and replace them with horses and horse-drawn conveyances. This will create a great demand for some farm goods, and therefore increase business for farmers struggling with their current crops.
  
  
• Act the Seventh: Create functional pegasi.
  
  
• Act the Eighth: Offer free transport to NASA. I should be able to manage at least the main section of the solar system.
  
  
• Act the Ninth: Punish Mitchell Stubbs for his sins. Maybe I'll send him away with the Bushes.
  
  
• Act the Tenth: Strike malicious troublemakers with bolts of non-lethal cranberry-coloured lightning as frequently as need be. Those who are merely joking around and not actually hurting anyone (and, being goddess, I can tell better than Santa Claus) will merely get a sparkling Tesla effect to remind them not to get carried away. The actually-bad ones will eventually get so fried they'll develop nervous twitches.