That wasn't any act of God. That was an act of pure human fuckery.

The line rejects the common impulse to explain catastrophe as “an act of God,” insisting instead on human agency and culpability. By substituting a blunt, profane phrase for theological language, it strips away euphemism and moral distance: what happened was not fate, nature, or providence, but the foreseeable result of human choices—negligence, greed, malice, or incompetence. The emphasis on “pure” intensifies the claim that the harm is unalloyed and avoidable, and the coarse diction functions as moral outrage, a refusal to sanitize responsibility. In King’s typical mode, the vernacular punch also grounds the sentiment in ordinary speech, making the ethical judgment feel immediate and unliterary—like a witness’s raw testimony.