I don’t think…Trump

By now, you have probably heard that Donald Trump, when asked by a reporter about the impact on the American people’s financial situation would have on his willingness to cut a deal with Iran, said, “Not even a little bit. I don’t think about Americans’ financial situation.” If you haven’t heard it, you should take a look, because this is the man who, more than any other person alive, should be watching out for America’s interests which ought to coincide with those of the average American. Like you and me, but he has basically said that he doesn’t care about us at all. See the link below.

https://twitter.com/Acyn/status/2054262313788768765/video/1

And, to follow along in that train of thought, it appears that Trump also does not care what it costs to build his new, fancy, grandiose ballroom as an annex to the White House, pitching it somehow as a matter of national security. Don’t you feel safer now, knowing that a bazillion or two dollars are being spent on this monument to self-worship? I wonder how much of this money will be spent on a statue, gold plated, which shows him in his triumphant pose surrounded by Secret Service agents (who are not trying to pull him down) from the supposed assassination attempt in Butler, Pa.

"Well, the shots rang out and then the cries,
And he went down, but to my surprise,
Came back up with a fist and blood all over his ear."

Anyhow, moving on. Recently, I posted an article about the dialogue between Trump and Chinese Premier Xi Jinping when they meet, which they did this last week. So far, I haven’t seen anything at all which might tell me how close I was to the conversations which transpired. Everything coming out of the two respective capitals seems to be quite vague and I won’t go beyond that until I can point to something definite. However, looking at these two photos and seeing the body language of both men, I might be tempted to say that Trump has finally met his equal. He simply does not look comfortable nor appear to be on top of his game. Whether this means anything or not is debatable and I leave that to your own discretion.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, I don’t need to write any more.

Dr. Trumpenstein’s Monster: Mocking the Master

No good will come of this.

You may have seen the photo of Donald Trump posing as Jesus healing a sick man (bringing a dead man back to life?). If not, feast your eyeballs…or turn away cringing in shame that this poseur and charlatan represents America to the world.

It would be reasonable to assume that this was created by one of his enemies to discredit him and to cause discord among his groupie following, but this was actually posted on Truth Social by THE MAN HIMSELF, and then taken down just a few hours later because of the ruckus it caused. Too late, however, since it had already been seen, downloaded, Photoshopped, AI rebuilt, and reposted by others. The version below is probably far more accurate. Notice that none of the figures shown has six fingers, although it is impossible to tell about Benni Nutti Yahoo since he is keeping his hands well out of sight. Notice also the figure above Trump’s left shoulder which was in the original and has not been manipulated.

Then, to top it all off, when asked by a reporter about it, Trump explained that, yes, he posted it because he thought it presented him as a doctor, a healer, someone who makes people better, and blasted the “Fake News” for pushing the idea that he was putting himself into the role of Jesus.

I mean, like, Wow! Does the arrogance of this man know any bounds? Or is it only limited by his own mind? I do have to admit, though, that Melania looks as soft and caring as I have ever seen her and the sight of Ghislaine praying and giving thanks for the miracle about to happen just really warms my heart and gives me hope that any or all of them might actually have a “coming to Jesus moment”. Except Epstein, of course, because he’s been “dead” for a lot more than four days.

For more information, check out this BBC article which has the video and this line.

“Speaking to reporters at the White House, Trump did not apologise.”

Of course not! The unmitigated gall! The effrontery!! Trump does not apologize. Trump does not admit wrong. Trump does not ask forgiveness. Which is too bad because, unless he changes course in a hurry, he will go to his eternal grave guilty of the charge of trying to make himself equal with God. He may not know it, but he is following in the footsteps of King Herod Agrippa (Acts 12:21-23) who was struck down by an angel because he did not correct the people when they said that he spoke with the voice of a god, but accepted their worship and praise as if it were true.

Herod, you’re fired!

This is the man that a lot of American Christians voted for, the man they put into the White House as their Dear Leader, the one they trusted to straighten out the condition of the nation AND the world, the one they expected to save them from the cesspit in which they live. The man who lies to them constantly about everything, yet they hang onto his every word as if it were gospel. For some, if Trump had shown blood dripping from his right ear1 onto his white robe, it would have been as if God Himself had drawn that picture. They worship a false god who cannot heal their disease, but are convinced that the snake oil he sold them will work.

“For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God…” (II Timothy 3:2-4)

Doesn’t this fit Donald Trump to a T? And Paul’s advice?

“From such people turn away!” (v 5)

How many will take this counsel? My hope is that many who have hoisted him on a pedestal will drag him off it of their own volition and change the way they think about the man and his politics. I would be quite happy if they would also think about their own politics while they’re in a repenting mode.


  1. Shortly after the Butler incident, I created a “fake” rendition of Johnny Cash’s hit, A Boy Named Sue, and applied it to the situation.

    “Well, the shots rang out and then the cries, And he went down but to my surprise, He came back up with a fist and blood all over his ear.” ↩︎