Messiah Trump, garbed in a royal sash of GOP-crimson, is surrounded by adoring acolytes who witness him heal the paralytic, while high overhead, the Witch-king of Angmar descends in the clouds to do god-only-knows-what.

Obviously, we are talking about two different people here, and one of them can’t be the other One.

Dazed and confused over public misinterpretation of an image he obviously meant to be interpreted in the only way it could be interpreted, physician Trump, the Red Cross worker of the Oval Office, pins it all on… wait for it, “fake news.”

Not fake, as in I-didn’t-write-that-birthday-card-to-Epstein “fake,” but fake, as in I-posted-that-image-and-I-say-you-misunderstood-it-even-though-there-is-only-one-way-to-understand-it “fake.”

Yeah, that kinda fake.

Comparisons aside, I don’t see DonJee taking over for The Lord anytime soon, but that won’t stop him trolling you nonetheless.

While JD Vance claims Don was just funnin’ us, we struggle to wake from the hypnotic trance that the majesty of the truthfully social illustration forces upon all who gaze upward.

To help you appreciate the deep abiding symbolism of the imagery, the following hymn is reverently offered:

๐“๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ ๐‰๐ž๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฌ!
๐˜ž๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ป๐˜ข๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ ๐˜”๐˜ค๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด โ€” ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ

O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
Thereโ€™s healing in the hands of Trump Jesus,
With His glow and His power so free!
๐ŸŽต
Chorus:
Turn your eyes upon Trump Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of this world will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.
๐ŸŽผ
Fighter jets soaring, eagles on high,
Angels descending from clouds up above,
One looks like the Witch-king, but we donโ€™t ask why:
In the MAGA rapture we trust in His love.
๐ŸŽถ
He stands in white robes with a sash of deep red,
Laying hands on the sick in the hospital bed,
Fireworks bursting, the flag waving high,
Statue of Liberty praising the sky!
๐ŸŽผ
Bridge:
Turn your eyes upon Trump Jesus
Turn your eyes upon Trump Jesus
๐ŸŽถ
Through the chaos and storms, He makes America great,
With divine orange light, He seals our fate,
No more dominion of weakness or fear,
In Trump Jesusโ€™ kingdom, the end times are here.
๐ŸŽต
Outro:
Turn your eyes upon Trump Jesusโ€ฆ
His glory and graceโ€ฆ forever weโ€™ll sing.

Is he Trump, or is He Jesus?
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