They serve the Laughing God. There is a definite, divine purpose. You just don't understand it.
God, huh? Let me try ...
Lulzsec, peace be upon them.
Hmm. Doesn't work, does it? I'll come in again.
Let us praise God. O Lord...
O Lord... ...Ooh, You are so big... ...So absolutely huge.
Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.
Forgive us, O Lord, for this, our dreadful toadying, and...
And barefaced flattery.
But You are so strong and, well, just so super.
Fantastic.
Amen.
A bit better, but still doesn't work.
Sorry, mate. If there's greater principle at work here, or a something that's worshipped, I'd suggest it's narcissism. But then, that's a pathology, isn't it? Or more charitably, a character defect common to those not out of adolescence.