You have to laugh at the sheer preposterousness of this photograph of the anointing of Donald J. Trump! The beatific expression on Trump's face. . .basking in the adulation of the six false prophets! After the laughter, however. . . I suppose Trump could honestly believe God is *on his side.* Look what he has gotten away with his whole life: a lifetime of lying, cheating, thieving, which has allowed him to glorify himself and live, as Revelation 18:7 phrases it, *deliciously.* Yes, I suppose a lifetime of being showered with the good things of the world as a reward for dishonesty could warp one's reasoning. It must seem completely reasonable to Trump to attribute his phenomenal good fortune to God's favor. After all, he has suffered no calamity which would cause him to seek relief in the search of scriptures, and doubtless he has never been exposed to the teachings of the Ecclesiast: There is a just man that perisheth in his righteousness, and there is a wicked man that prolongeth his life in his wickedness. . . Nor can there be any reason to believe Trump ever heard Jesus' parable of the rich man and Lazarus, and therefore never had even the slightest stirring of the soul in identifying with the rich man's fate: There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day: And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores, And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores. And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried; And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom. And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame. But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented. And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that would come from thence. Why would Trump, after a lifetime in the bubble of material favor, have any inkling of the darkness that awaits outside it? I suppose one could pity his eternal fate, if he were merely a rich man who exploited the poor. . .but now Trump revels in bloodshed, and for that, the sight of his obvious pleasure in the prayers of the false prophets makes one want to vomit. What can one say about the six false prophets praying over Trump? The one at the far left seems especially fervent. . .what can he see, eyes cast heavenward? Strong delusion, I suppose. Particularly revolting is the woman with her arm touching Trump's garment, in some kind of harlot's imitation of the woman with an issue of blood who wanted to touch Jesus' garment for healing. This woman, we imagine, touches Trump's garment seeking issue of an orgasm. They say one picture is worth a thousand words. This picture of the anointing of Trump by the false prophets is worth exactly fifty-two words: For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into the apostles of Christ. And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light. Therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also be transformed as the ministers of righteousness; whose end shall be according to their works.