Following Nietzsche, the Western intelligentsia of the twentieth century presumed God to be dead. By the end of that century and into next, God was not presumed dead. The Bourgeoisie simply believed Him to be their servant, protecting them from the difficulties in life, making sure they never experienced tragedy, providing them with the life, liberty, and happiness they so earnestly pursued and believed they deserved. When the riches did not come, when the dreams did not come to fruition, when the trials of life and death befell them, the delusion they called “faith” was rudely dispelled. And like petulant children, they turned their back on the God who they foolishly expected to fulfill their every whim and desire. In fact, these people never believed in God. They believed in Santa Claus all along.