Why Does God Talk Like Elmer Fudd?

This question arose as a result of a dream I had. In the dream, I had been talking to a friend of mine, a guy who has been a mentor for decades, and I asked him, “Why does God talk like Elmer Fudd?”
     Unfortunately, I woke before the question was answered. However, there were now many questions. Not only why does God sound like an unsuccessful rabbit hunter? It was now also why I thought he sounded like Elmer? Was God really speaking to me like a Loony Toons character?
    The occasion led to my emailing my friend, and after a series of humourous responses, I moved on. Today the question came back. Why does God talk like Elmer Fudd? 

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.

1 Cor 13.11

    I am back in Thailand, the "Land of Smiles." The mix of mayhem, hilarity, and adventure is perfect for this can-not-colour-inside-the-lines character. This is the place where the Fierty One first threatened to punch me in the snot locker. (She was kidding.) It is like a second home to me. 

    I heard a phrase the other day and have decided to abscond with it. I speak Tarzan Thai. "Me Drew, me hungry, want bacon." I miss Poh Tah on these occasions. Poh Tah was as patient as he was funny. He and I would occasionally walk around the farm as he taught me a word. This was how I learned the word for Jack Fruit, "Kah-Noon" There was one lesson that vaguely resembled a scene from Lost In Translation. The scene where Bill Murray is sitting next to an elderly Japanese man in a hospital waiting room. 
    When Poh Tah talked to me, he spoke very simple Thai—much simpler than he would talk to any of his grandsons. He knew what I could understand and pretty much kept to that. Occasionally, he would throw in a newer word just to keep me on my toes. When he was talking to his grandsons, he knew that there was much more that he was passing on than just language. There was culture, values, and the like. With me, he was 'teach this guy the language the culture will follow.'
    God talks to me. Not in the out-loud kind of way.  He speaks to me through thoughts that come out of left field. Sudden inspirations and random thoughts that have nothing to do with what I am doing at the moment. The messages have changed in nature and tone since before I stopped drinking and drugging. God's weird that way, he often speaks to us at a level that we understand. Before I got clean it was kind of Tarzanish "drugs bad, bad things happen." These days it is more eloquent than back in those days. It is not because God's language skills have improved. 
    I believe God can speak to you. God is a god that approaches us. He makes the first move. Perhaps the reason why God talked like Elmer Fudd in my dream is because that is how I could hear him.
    Anyways, that is my opinion.