It's there for all who have eyes to see, Jess. He's really browned off with us, turning our backs on him and going our own way. We're carousing and cavorting and, as a result, he's chucked a wobbly. Another wobbly, that is. So he has judged us unworthy and has sent us cyclones and floods and earthquakes, and terrorism and AIDS and all those other illnesses that beset us.
Personally, I don't blame the old guy. If everybody ignored me, as we do him, I'd probably feel a bit put out, too. After all, he's only human.