HE DARED IT, HE DARED IT, HE DARED IT, HE DID!

WITH HIS ARROGANT FLARE, IT IS WHAT IT IS!

SO WE GET TO LIVE LIKE THE MOLE THAT HE IS!

THE PRESIDENT’S GOTTEN THE CORONAVIRUS,

NOW, WHO’S TO FORGIVE?

HIS ONLY INTENT

IS TO DWELL IN HIS TENT

OF UNENDING DISCONTENT,

AND RAISE ALL OUR RENT!

TO MAKE CERTAIN TO KILL US,

HIS LIES HE DID FILL US

TO BRING HIS LAST BREATH

THAT OF AMERICA’S DEATH!

THIS I DETEST WITH MY VERY LAST BREATH,

FOR MY MOTHER’S NOW DEAD

WITH MY FATHER NEAR HER HEAD!

AS THIS IS SOMETHING I ONLY DREAD,

IT’S LIKE THE TAKING OF MY

VERY LAST PIECE OF BREAD!

It had to happen. He kept pushing it. Day after day after day. He kept pushing his luck, just as he’s done throughout his entire life. Donald is not happy until he’s pushing the limits of reality. 

This is because he can’t accept reality as it really exists. That is why he creates his own version of reality. This, also, is something he’s always done. If you didn’t like the hand you were dealt,

He always had the money to reshuffle the deck and redeal, whether it be legally or illegally. He always tried to shade his legal dealings to his advantage. His tax records are proof of this. While his other financial records of loans and debts, tell even more.

Am I sorry he contracted this virus? If I were, I’d admit it, but like the President, him, I don’t’ give a shit about his better health. Since he doesn’t care about America’s health, I find that I can’t care about his health. (Especially after his request of a Russian invasion that stole the online business that’s robbed me of over $100,000 since his inauguration.)

So, am I sorry that he’s sick? he’s always been sick. I tried to warn you of this fact. But none of you listened, and we’re stuck in this quagmire that he’s trump-dumped on us. If I get bad about his illness, I’d have to know that he’s repented from his sins, which he hasn’t. 

Because he can’t repent, as he doesn’t recognize any of his sins, I can’t feel bad for him. There is one thing I can do that he never could. That’s, to empathize with him. I know what it’s like to be sick. Almost as sick as our President. 

(The sickness I’m talking about is brain damage. I can recognize the same brain damage in the President that I recognize in myself. My brain damage was caused by a severe closed head injury given to me by a drunk driver.)

His brain damage was caused by a dropped wrench from twenty stories above when he didn’t hear. the “HEADACHE” that was shouted out for a warning. He wasn’t paying attention and he wasn’t wearing his helmet while on a construction site. The wrench hit him in the middle of the top of his head, where the pre-frontal cortex, sits.

But, we have virtually the same damage done to our pre-frontal cortex, the brains break, that stops irrational behavior and drug abuse. This is the part of the President’s brain that’s severely affected. He has no control. I’ve had the same problems, but, I keep myself locked up in my room, so I can write, to, keep me from affecting society, physically. So, I just try to affect it with my writing.

This President is the only President to put on a new face, every day. He’s never had the same face for any two days in his career. I think his moniker should be, the two-faced President who never had, even one.

Can I feel sorry for the manner in which he’s disparagingly spoken about everybody else? I’m sorry, but no, as this is due to a much deeper problem that he’s had to live with his entire life, and that’s his bully nature to have control of everything that happens in his life. (It’s a crime boss mentality.)

Crime bosses are people I cannot ever feel sorry for, for the extent of the crimes and sins they’ve all committed. How then can anyone expect me to feel sorry for this crime boss, who dared his fate, trying as much as he possibly could, to get this virus?

Empathize? yes. I can do that. Feel sorry? No, I can’t. He’s just too criminal, with still, the wrong attitudes toward life. He’ll never change. This will not change him unless it kills him. I cannot feel sorry for that. I’m sorry. I can only rejoice the salvation of our nation. In all actuality, I don’t miss the bread, that’s the deadly part of the equation. That’s the part that invites the virus and that’s why the President is stricken with it, right now.

His appetite for McDonald’s’ glyphosated food is the worst thing you can feed your body if you expect to survive this pandemic. Their food creates more glycation in your body than any other restaurant’s and that’s the problem. This virus loves the glycative action the bread creates in the body. (It’s the visceral fat, it creates.) 

That is why I expected this President to follow my recommendation, to catch the virus, and just die. I feel, not fear, that’s what’s going to happen. And, I’m not sorry about it. I can’t be, for which I’m not really sorry, since the President wouldn’t be if he were in my shoes. He would care not.

A WORD TO EVANGELICALS,

IS THIS YOUR OMEN THAT THIS MAN

IS NOT THE RIGHT MAN

FOR YOUR RADICAL RIGHT-WING AGENDA?

IS THIS YOUR GOD TELLING YOU

THAT THIS god IS NOT YOUR GOD?

IS THIS GOD TELLING YOU TO

NOT WORSHIP THE BREAD?

 

QUOTH THE MAN,

“THE END OF THE PANDEMIC IS NEAR,

AND NEXT YEAR IS GOING TO BE GREAT!”

I think the President was being prophetic about his own future as well as ours. His end, may well, be near. If this virus does kill him, our future, next year, will be great.

There’s no reason this virus won’t kill him except that they may have caught it in time and been able to slow it’s spread with his experimental cocktail of drugs that they gave him.

This virus attaches itself to the visceral fat in the body, something Donald has plenty of, which immediately puts him in a higher risk category. That, combined with the amount of glycation that this disease ramps up exponentially, may be, this President’s death sentence.

Since the plaque from the disease that causes the blood clots, comes, from what that glycation creates, that action gets ramped up exponentially with this virus activating the glycation. This is the same thing that the glyphosate does. That’s why I call this a glyphosate virus. It does to the body, in a matter of days, what glyphosate takes years to accomplish and since the President has 74 years of accumulating this plaque in his blood, this virus should spell out his end.

For all intents and purposes, it should be. But, because the President gets the best medical care in the world, they may be able to bring about his recovery. But, that can’t happen overnight.

I, on the other hand, think that his obesity will be the death of him. That, along with his McDonald’s diet of Big Macs and cheeseburgers and fries. Because this is a glyphosate acute virus, his extra glyphosated diet of McDonald’s food, will be his downfall, and ultimately spell the end of his life, ushering the brightness in our future.

Personally, I would rather he recover and be tried for treason, Country Endangerment, and genocide, then hung. So, sorry, I cannot feel sorry for this President who took so many other lives. Who cost so many people so much money, who lat-out lied his way through his term in office. Can I feel sorry for him? Sorry.

I feel bad about that. But, I feel bad about not feeling bad for Donald. That is not the right feeling to have, but, this man has tested my limits. I’m a Christian. I’m a Methodist. Born to a Methodist family with Mennnonite roots, and I’m having trouble resolving these feelings that are absent from me for this man. One thing this man has forced upon me is to know how Jesus, felt. Now, I know what it’s like to feel sacrificial.

 I cannot feel sorry for this man. He dared it over, and over, and over, and over, and over, again, and again, and again, and again, and again. He wanted this virus to make him like Abraham Lincoln since he knew he we killing his party. 

This is a pitiful end to this great party that freed the slaves, but allowed the poison to flourish for 150 years until fomenting it into our near demise. Can I feel sorry for the man responsible for this? Sorry.

Can I forgive him? I have to do that for my own sanity. But I only can with the help of Colin Josts’ comment about Mitch McConell that my anger is what gets him off sexually. That thought forces me to quell my incessant anger, immediately. 

Thank you Colin. Tonight, I may get some sleep, thank to your words. (Even if I can’t, my neighbors will.)

What heightens my spirits is the number of his asset who were in the Rose Garden, where Kellyanne Conway was seen near the AG Bill Barr, and other accomplices of the President’s.

That picture gave me hope that htis will come to an end. Now, I get to worry is any of his accomplices will ever be prosecuted before they die from the virus. Their weight will be decisive in each of their recoveries or deaths.