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

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

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 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?