Asking God What Went Wrong?

Always amazes me how some of the more religious types in society say that there's is all about love and peace and then prove it by slaughtering each other to prove it and none more so than in the Middle East where we set up a country for a religion following a horrific genocide against them, only for them to then militarily occupy the people they shared the land with and inflict their own genocide against them so i think what would their God think about it? So i asked him.

'You're really the god in these parts where all these religious killings take place?' i asked and the big guy sighed 'Yes but in my defence i thought it would be so easy, you know. Just one small planet and making people out of clay and old toenails and things but with all the sin and sinning i drowned the lot in a flood and thought I could start all over again. Do it properly. But it's all going completely wrong.'
'Quite depressing, really' i agreed and he nodded and continued 'I did try shouting, smiting, getting angry all the time but then i changed tack and went all love and peace but it turned out that if you actually stopped the smiting, people wandered off and worshipped someone else. Hard to believe, isn't it? They'd say things like: 'Things were a lot better when there was more smiting' and 'If there was more smiting, it'd be a lot safer to walk the streets'.
'There are lots of other gods so why not share the burdan with them?' i inquired.
'There are and by now i thought i would be semi-retired and sitting on mountaintops and casting thunderbolts and all the rest of it like those other chaps. Although very hard thing to steer, lightning. Mostly we waited until a thunderbolt happened to hit some poor soul and then said it was his fault for being a sinner. I mean, they were bound to have done something, weren't they?'
'Well...I guess so' i agreed.   
'There would be a bad weather front, a few silly shepherds would happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and next thing you know it was standing room only on the sacrificial stones. I mean, I tried. God knows I tried, and since that's me, I know what I'm talking about, i even made commandments which boiled down to 'Thou Shalt Really Try to Get Along with One Another'.
'How'd that work out for you?' i asked
'Not great' he replied blowing his nose. 'The first lot that tried it was slaughtered by the followers of the god in the next valley who told them to kill everyone who didn't believe in him'.
'So what's you next plan to clear up the mess you made? i wanted to know.
He shrugged and replied: 'I'm thinking to hell with it all, I'd go to another planet and do it all more sensibly' and with that he bid me farewell and walked away whistling God Only Knows by the Beach Boys.

This post comes with a massive nod to TP and the Archchancellor, Bursar, The Dean, the Librarian and Ponder Stibbons of the Unseen University.