Not Jesus, Mary, Buddha or Loki! Not even Zeus (though if they thought about it they’d like him too). D-bags love GOD! YAWEH, the One and Only, The Man Upstairs, the Unmoved Mover, He who may only be represented by the TETRAGRAMMATON, He who holds worlds in his hand, yea, universes! His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves. The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble. Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear. Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire. He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary. Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear. He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride!
Yea, he is the true apotheosis of a d-bag, and so we worship him.