A Christmas Carol
This is the season of listening. The chains forged in life, I am listening to them. The fictional character, Donald J. Trump, has seized the imagination, the cult of personality. In the war between Heaven and Hell, I am waiting to hear the clank of his chains, hopefully before he dies, and hopefully before I do.
It could be that giant goose eaten around the dark, cold times of Winter Solstice. Hark the herald angels clanking, Donald J. Trump is going to Hell.