Our boy Donald plays every seedy card he can to enhance his primal power. No doubt, together with the carrier of the nuclear "football," someone follows him around to fumigate and decontaminate each space he has occupied as he vacates it.
The toxic atmosphere is reduced to the point of survivability but the poison still has an effect. They fall like flies, every hint and reminder of decency fleeing in moral panic. The shells of men are left standing like the discarded husks of morphing insects.
Bodies are enlisted as souls are compromised. Ghouls and zombies stalk the halls of a “white” house. Evil can never really be “incarnated” because the inherent innocence of creation resists its full incorporation, hence the “casting out” of demons.
Cast out the demon Donald. Remove him from your life, for the survival of your soul. Evil is always in the world, whatever its appearance of dormancy. When conditions are right it grows and spreads, fungus-like. Refuse this evil its preferred conditions of fear.
Refuse to be its host. Keep the faith. Your body might not survive the demon’s onslaught but the soul can. I know, it isn’t fair. Nobody did anything to deserve this but it is a reality—the reality of the soul-sucking purity and intensity of the evil of Donald Trump.
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