“God, the Devil and Bob”

Tonight at 8:30 p.m. on WNBC/Ch.4

Rating: 4 bombs

YOU know what’s really good about NBC’s new animated series “God, the Devil and Bob” debuting tonight?

Nothing — that’s what — nothing!

The premise is that a beer-guzzling Detroit auto worker (that would be Bob) is chosen by God (who looks liked a clean Willie Nelson in Greg Norman golf wear) to save the world.

The Lord, you see, is really ticked off that everyone on earth is so crummy, so he decides — while shooting the breeze with his pal the Devil — to blow up the whole planet.

Instead, Satan (complete with horns, bad goatee and Spock-brows) makes him a wager. They bet on whether one regular guy could be good enough to save humanity.

Lord, I beg you: Forget them; save me — from this job!

Anyway, God is mad that people live in crummy neighborhoods and are mean. I figured this out because as God is bitching, he and the Devil are walking through a bad area, which must be filled with murderers and child molesters because rap music plays in the background.

How enlightened!

Anyway, God and Satan settle on Bob — who is supposed to be a kind of Everyman — to save us.

Well, hell! I’ve met Everyman — and you, sir, are no Homer Simpson.

Anyway, let me get through this: Bob has a family. There is Donna, the understanding wife, and a 13-year old daughter, Megan, and some stupid-looking little son.

Bob tries to tell them he’s been visited by God, but no one believes him. (My God, I’m dying here!)

Megan, who seems bi-polar at best, is depressed, so Bob takes her to the mall where there’s a carousel. She tells dad that why she’s depressed.

It’s not because she’s recently spread a rumor about herself that she’s a slut, but because she hasn’t gotten her period.

Bob thinks she’s pregnant, but Megan says “No!” The problem is that she never had a period. (I swear!)

Instead of God being even angrier that such an inappropriate conversation takes place between these two — and on national TV, yet — he’s pleased and decides that such sensitivity deserves a reward. (God must also be bi-polar.)

The reward? We all live on another day, which is a stinky prize, if you have to live and watch this stuff.

But Bob is stunned by The Lord’s generosity, and tells Him, in yet another laugh-a-minute moment, “You’re so…I don’t know…inscrutable.” (Bob is apparently a PhD assembly-line auto worker.)

The writing is painful! The animation is out of the stone age, and even the great James Garner as God can’t get a laugh.

God himself warns us at the beginning of the show, “Well folks, I wouldn’t make any long term plans.”

Hell, don’t tell me. Tell that to producers Carsey-Warner and the suits at NBC.