As one peruses social media a strange meme seems to be making the rounds. It’s an image of the president in the presence of, or being anointed by, God Himself or more usually, His son. There are lots of variations on the theme. Trump kneeling in front of Jesus, Jesus gazing adoringly at a Trump portrait, Trump surrounded by a host of angels, and my favorite, Trump and Jesus playing poker surrounded by smiling half-drunk apostles.
I made that last one up.
Now, Donald Trump is a superb chief executive. But to wedge him in somewhere a squinch below the Holy Spirit may be taking the thing a tad too far. In fact, it’s outright lunacy. Not to mention, didn’t America fight a revolution to reject the concept of national leaders chosen by divine will?
The president was given the job by the American people because, to get very basic about it, he won the Electoral College. That’s it. End of story. No hocus pocus or men in dark rooms festooned with conical hats emblazoned with half moons and stars.
Mentioning God during political discourse is fine under free speech. However, for anybody to claim a pol was directly or indirectly sent by Him is batguano crazy. To people with a working cerebellum who would rather not take us down the road of Augustus Caesar or Germany in the 1930s, this is self-evident.
Opining such on Facebook got me this response, “Hey look as*ho** goodbye. Good riddance and f*** off.” This prompted a pal to respond; “Nothing says you love Jesus like telling someone to f-you-a-hole!”
On the comment section of this piece I’ll get similar eloquence. As a writer who is published online you expect it. At least it won’t be my favorite ever comment, which was, “Mr poop, Shut the Hell (they didn’t use the word “hell”) Up.” Of course, I’m assuming those who comment will read the piece. I’ve found many don’t and just comment on the headline. Which is akin to writing a restaurant review and never leaving your basement.
The poor Creator. He has so many other important things to do than get sucked into this muck. God is omniscient and omnipotent. So if He wanted to, sure, He could make a talking rutabaga the president. Which, if you remember Jimmy Carter, He actually did once.
Though to now have various holy rollers and snake handlers gibbering on about how Donald Trump was picked specifically by Himself, must be a might depressing to the Supreme Being. It’s as if we’ve learned nothing from cults of personality and their inevitable outcomes. We won’t even go into the idolatry of the assertion.
So, polireligico Trumpsters, put away “Gott Mitt Uns” and concentrate on mortal matters in regards to electing a president. I bet the Big Fella would really appreciate it.
As a fellow Trump supporter, I know I would.