His Royal I-ness, Donald Trump, dowsing for his lost soul
"In off the moors, down through the mist bands,
God-cursed Grendel came greedily loping.
The bane of the race of men roamed forth,
Hunting for prey in the high hall.
Under the cloud-murk he moved toward it..."
"Not I, but Christ in me"
“There is nothing worse than aggressive stupidity.” — Goethe
|Make Amerikkka America Again: Impeach Trump!
For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind. The stalks of grain wither and produce nothing to eat. —Hosea 8:7