Today, the Monkey giggled. The Monkey lives for days like these. Like an addict shooting pleasureful poison into his veins, our Presidential Primate rejoiced as he fed the Monster of destruction that lives within him. The life forces of hundreds and thousands and millions flowed into him, delivering fresh morsels of meat to a bottomless appetite. I need ever more lives to ruin! Be my frog! Just a few more months of hanging on, keeping the illusion of wellness alive, then he can walk away the victor leaving others to forever battle the false god he has built. But to do that, his true face must never show.
All day on TV shined the genuine general giving genuine gibberish. This the Monkey loves! He watches as his puppet dances at the bullets meant for him from the quixotic senators. The Monkey delights in the knowledge of knowing so many eyes are focused once more on his ever beloved lies he believes no one can prove. Lives that could have been focused on life are bent to focus on him. With mocking sneer the Monkey laughs as his bitch boy general frustrates the feckless accusers. Yes! cheers the Monkey, the more outrage the better!
The bitterness, the hate, the blinding fury - it all soothes the scathing soul of the Mad Monkey. He jumps up and down from his desk to the couch, then swinging from the chandelier and bouncing to the ground in glee. It's just not possible to contain the joy of this fetid fantasy fulfilled! I'm untouchable! Later, when he heard a commentator had said the President should have been grilled instead of the general, he ate a banana and grinned.
"But woe to you who are rich,"for you have already received your comfort.
"Woe to you who are well fed now,
"for you will go hungry.
"Woe to you who laugh now,
"for you will mourn and weep.
"Woe to you when all men speak well of you,
"for that is how their fathers treated false prophets."
The Maniacal Monkey assures the world no such words apply to him. As long as there are the deceived and the deceitful to follow him the Smirker triumphs over a lost planet. His promise of a home for endless pride gives comfort to his demented disciples. Wildly, they flail verbal swords against non-existent enemies, vainly hoping to end the tortures of a doomed life. Until finally, one day, they slay themselves and the judgment of God has been executed.
Praise be to God!
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