[…] when the young man whirled his horse, “hazed” Jupiter in circles and belaboured him with a rawhide quirt, […] He ceased his cavortings […]

The tornado could be added to the list. Its characteristics and shape certainly place it in the more hierophanic phenomenon of the sky, for what better metaphor for a tornado than the finger of God, that appendage that links the celestial to the terrestrial?

for a chance I am not gril like, I don't want to be girl like. cause I am not going to give those cockmonkeys what they want, NO, I am not going to give in and make friends with them again.

The more money the better, because there is always that dodgy politician or corrupt official to bribe.