So you happen to be one of those very unfortunate tornado victims who crawled out from under what was left of their home. Only to be greeted by a network news reporter who asks how you feel about what just happened. If that reporter ended the conversation with so much as a "Well, God Bless You!" it would require every last iota of restraint to not grab them by the jugular. The idiocy of people to not stop for one miniscule second, engage their brain, and think about what they just said.
Or the Mayor will ask for everyone's prayers. Lotta good that seems to do.