…At Least It Is For Those Who Put Their Faith In Donald J. Trump.
Here we are on the last Thursday in the seventh month of the reign of Trumpicus Pompey Magnus Caesar and the sun is brightly shining, the skies are crystal clear, with visibility at one hundred percent.
We can see clearly now
The self-created fog is gone
We can see all conman in our way…
But it’s not going to be a bright, sun-shiny day — at least, not for those who thought Pompey meant what he said during his campaign for the Consulship last year. For both the Pragmatists, who thought they could mount enough pressure to keep him in-line, and those rubes, who actually believed he had turned into a Conservative Populist Nationalist [whatever the Tiber that is], this has got to be one, repleti excremento day.
At dawn this morning, Caesar issued a set of four Tweets that are, hopefully, causing a lot of his supporters to finally understand his Buddha-Nature.(1)
Herewith, the honest musings of our Beloved Princeps:
No deal was made last night on DACA. Massive border security would have to be agreed to in exchange for consent. Would be subject to vote.
The WALL, which is already under construction in the form of new renovation of old and existing fences and walls, will continue to be built.
Does anybody really want to throw out good, educated and accomplished young people who have jobs, some serving in the military? Really!…..
…They have been in our country for many years through no fault of their own – brought in by parents at young age. Plus BIG border security
Vino, all ’round! — and keep it coming, Taberna Abel Pastor!
Let us now turn to the latest sermonizing from our Pontifex Sarcasticus, David Of Burge:
I’m no theologian, but maybe the scripture regarding The Wall was a parable for man’s infinite capacity for gullibility
— David Burge (@iowahawkblog) September 14, 2017
Further…
The ultimate Rick Roll. pic.twitter.com/j3YVSYCyw8
— Bryan Suits KFI (@darksecretplace) September 14, 2017
Indeed.
All right. Enough with the Caesar-schtick: let us move to a more modern metaphor…
But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Cuck.
— David Burge (@iowahawkblog) September 14, 2017
It was a bright clear day in September, and the clocks were striking thirteen….
1. From the Wikipedia definition, which is pretty good:
The terms refer to the notion that the luminous mind of the Buddhas is inherently present in every sentient being, and will shine forth when it is cleansed of the defilements, c.q. when the nature of mind is recognised for what it is.
