Readers who have seen the film “Rosemary’s Baby,” may not be aware that it was based on a true event.
One night in September, 1945, Satan made a visit to the bed of Mary Anne Macleod Trump. On June 14, 1946, she gave birth to his son, Donald. Baby Donald came into the world horny but without (visible) horns. It has been suggested he does have a tail that resembles an overly long red tie. This becomes feasible when, judging by what spews from it, what looks like a mouth may actually be a quite different orifice.
Yea, it is written. “For so much did Satan hate the world, he gave his only begotten son.”
Donald was a demon from birth, and whether or not Mary Anne enjoyed her night with Satan, she certainly did not enjoy the fruit of her exertions. We all know by now the many ways young Donald vexed his poor mother and how, finally, at her wits’ end, she sent him to a military school. This provided a blessed respite for her, but only served to hone his competence at malfeasance.
That Donald personifies the anti-Christ cannot be disputed. His story runs the exact opposite of the life of Jesus. While Jesus was a hard working carpenter, humble and devout, Trump was a lazy laggard who never earned an honest dollar in his life and who worshipped nothing but money. While Jesus was compassionate, self-sacrificing, honest, learned, and principled, Donald is self-centered, selfish, a serial liar, ignorant and without any moral compass whatsoever. While Jesus embodied all the earmarks of a mature, self-actualized person, Donald embodies the mentality of a spoiled five year old.
While Jesus was “rewarded” with capital punishment, Donald has, up until now at least, evaded any meaningful punishment for the multitude of crimes he has, beyond a shred of doubt, committed over the course of a lifetime.
As the teachings, through word and deed, of Jesus have for two millennia inspired people to try to bend their nature toward the goodness he exemplified, over the course of a scant eight years the teachings of Donald have given his acolytes permission to freely express their greed, ignorance, prejudice, inherent coarseness and nastiness.
This is because the demonic Donald operates exactly as his dad does. Though Flip Wilson swore “the Devil made me do it,” the Devil doesn’t make us do anything. He merely gives us permission to do what we wanted to do all along. Donald saw society becoming splintered by anger, disillusion and fear. In satanic fashion, he fanned the flames of that discontent to further divide us and to fill his coffers with gold. Just as Satan greedily fills Hell with souls. The discord he sowed bubbled up in a roiling molten river of hatred. Channeled by technology it flowed like molten lava and a haze of brimstone over our national culture, burning away what vestiges of respect, decency and common purpose remained.
Satan loves nothing better than to see us humans turn our backs on the tenets that, at its best, religion imparts. He rejoices to see us turn against one another and squabble over petty concerns as the world races toward ruin and as social responsibility and human dignity are sacrificed at the altar of Mammon. It gratifies him most of all that many of those who most piously profess their devotion to Jesus are among those who, through their devotion to the satanic son, most facilitate the designs of the Evil One.
Scratch a saint, find a sinner.
“Old Scratch,” as Satan is sometimes called, has certainly been, with the help of his unholy offspring, scratching away. That scratching has exposed the reality that almost half of all Americans are, beneath a veneer of respectability, corrupt enough to worship the Devil’s spawn.
Is there any way to intervene against the travesty Trump has inflicted upon our national culture? Is there a way to avert the disaster that awaits the nation and the world should he regain power or be allowed to continue to move freely among us to poison the souls of his followers, to weaponize them against truth, justice and the very basis of our democratic system?
Judging by the willingness of his adherents to give him, even if it means he must do it from a prison cell, a second opportunity to complete the Devil’s work on Earth, the answer may well be no. This demon who has taken possession of the body politic laughs in the faces of exorcists.
The rise of Donald Trump, more than anything, should remind us that more evil than we imagine resides in even the best of us. In every Jekyll there lurks a Hyde, awaiting his opportunity, ready to spring into action.
Foisted on the world by The Evil One himself, the demonic Donald reminds us that offered enough encouragement, we are, every one of us, capable of becoming one of Satan’s minions.
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