Trump Explains The Fire
Nov 18, 2018
I didn’t stop the fire, by Donald Trump.
Today I step over scorched California. I rise above its ashes.
When Robert Oppenheimer witnessed the vast magnificence of the first atomic bomb, he was struck by a line in the Bhagavad Gita: “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”
I too am the destroyer of worlds.
I am the lake of fire. Christians once called me the underworld, Hades, the Infierno, Hell. Until I burned their Bibles with my own translation. Now they call me The Light. I am The Light.
I appreciate the gentle reminder of a flickering candle. Now give me the rage of a forest fire. Give me a black hole. I am your supernova.
I watch your faces melt as I tiki torch your reality. I will blaze you until you join hands with your coworkers and leap... leap out the windows of my Twin Towers to escape my fever... escape my face ignited orange with terror.
I break you down, down, down to the ground. Soon you will believe my words. Believe me. And then I'll say the opposite. Believe that too. And then the opposite again and again. Believe me, when the clock strikes thirteen and 2 + 2 is 5 you will love Big Donald with all the flame in your heart.
I cauterize the very language you speak and perceive with. I cremate the Dictionary until everything outside of my lips is fake news. I am your reality.
For I am Death. Destroyer of Worlds.
I am the torch bearer of the 1936 summer games. I am napalm over a mother’s naked child. I am global warming created by my friends' companies.
This land is not your land. This land is my land. From California, to the New York Island.
Life needs heat. Without heat, we are Absolute 0, frozen, motionless, "death"... an impossibility. With heat comes destruction, death. Don't you see? I am the fulfillment of mother nature. All motion is both life and death as one. There is no difference to me.
Burn in hell, Hollywood pictures. For I am Reality TV.
Come into my bedroom, darling. For I am hot tonight.
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