A Prophecy Concerning Republicans
Last night I dreamed dreams and saw visions of the Lord.
I saw a wretched fat and withered man who was the temple prostitute of a blasphemous god of gold. From his fetid loins issued spiders.
He had trodden on the poor and the weak. He had scoffed at violated women. He had sent young and vigorous men to die for his gold. He scorned their wounds. He corrupted judges. He demanded that the hungry go hungry and the naked stayed naked. He hated with baseless hatred other men and oppressed them. He spoke lies and calumny. He blasphemed mightily and said his foul deeds were in the name of the Lord.
And behold an angel of the Lord appeared in a pillar of fire. And the Angel had the aspect of a lion and the wings of an eagle. And the angel summoned a leather strap that was studded with righteous fury.
Upon the strap was written in letters of black fire “I shalt give thee what to cry about.”
And the angel took the corpulent, withered man whore and said:
“She was violated and you should have defended and comforted her, instead you scoffed.”
And as the strap came down in the whoosh of air, the voices of betrayed women were heard as the crack hit his back. And a voice said “Legtimate.”
The angel said:
“Behold, thousands of men vastly more worthy than you were enslaved by men like you, and you tried your best to shut their mouths with your gold and obstacles.”
And as the strap came down in the whoosh of air, the voices of former slaves mocked that they had received much worse at the hands of men like him. And a voice said “you did not build America.”
The angel said:
“Behold, thousands of men vastly more worthy than you died for democracy and to keep you safe. You only counted your gold and denied soldiers work when they came home.”
And as the strap came down in the whoosh of air, the voices of betrayed men from Yorktown to Normandy were heard as the crack hit his back. And a voice said “you did not preserve America.”
And the Earth shook and screamed names like Katrina, Irene and Sandy. And the Angel whipped the withered man whore without pity.
The Angel said “You came to this land as an immigrant with little and would deny its shelter to others.”
And the strap sang in a Latin voice “Florida, Colorado, New Mexico.”
The angel said “You withhold from the worker his wages and scoff at his children’s hunger.”
And the strap sang “Ohio.”
And the man-whore did gnash his teeth and tear his hair and declared:
“I was not heartless enough! Next time I shall be even more pure in my purpose.”
And the angel pointed and behold, there was the flaming hand that once scribed for Daniel to interpret. And on it was a very spikey mailed gauntlet.
And the angel said, that is for 2016.