Donald Trump meets God
Donald Trump gets to the Pearly Gates and St. Peter says "Ah yes, Donald Trump, do come on in, God wants a few words with you." Smug, he goes in, thinking "Yes, I'm so important God wants to meet me right away." Then the door opens to God's throne room, and Trump looks in awe at the magnificent being, clearly God, on the throne... which is a wheelchair. A black woman wearing a Pride flag pin on Her robes rolls forward with a nasty grin on Her face. "Yes, Donald, do please sit down. You're going to be with Me for a long time before finally... moving on," She says, Her eyes darting toward the floor.
(Yeah I know, I'm pagan, but hey, this doesn't exactly contradict that. And whether She means Hell or reincarnation is kinda left open to interpretation. Either one would not be good for Trumpsterfire, in context.)
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(Yeah I know, I'm pagan, but hey, this doesn't exactly contradict that. And whether She means Hell or reincarnation is kinda left open to interpretation. Either one would not be good for Trumpsterfire, in context.)
This was cross-posted from http://fayanora.dreamwidth.org/1346541.html
You can comment either here or there.