OH, THE VERISIMILITUDE!

Over on a distant internet page, there is a painting of Jesus baptising Donald Trump in a river (possibly Jordan). Trump is knee deep in water looking emotionally affected, in his trademark dark blue suit and red Sears tie, hands folded. Perfectly over-combed. His eyes downcast. Jesus, looking distinctly Middle Eastern, is holding one hand on Donald's chest and with the right sprinkling water on his head. A worshipful image. My first reaction upon seeing that was a mental barf emoji. Jesus porn, good lord. An obscenity.

Then I noticed the great similarity of that Jesus to an Iraqi liquour store clerk in the Tenderloin of my acquaintance. Wow. Abdullah has a second job!

Unbidden, that line from 'Oh Brother Where Art Thou' came to mind.


"THEY TURNED HIM INTO A HORNY TOAD!"


Featuring Trump in religious scenes with Jesus, no matter how Arab he looks, is just plain goofy. For one thing, Trump wouldn't be caught dead with a blitzed-out scruffy Levantine gentleman, or risk getting his suit ruined. For another, Jesus never existed. The whole thing is aesthetically blasphemous and obscene. As is the overlap between Jesus freaks and fascist dungtrolls. Almost makes one want to go burn the nearest religious edifice.

Those filthy meth heads in the interior have lost their everloving marbles.
Besides, Immigration and Customs Enforcement wouldn't allow it.
Dammit, where's General Sherman when you need him?

A further consideration is that 'them sireens' would never love him up and turn him into a horny toad. They would more likely simply stiff the diseased old impotent freak, steal his credit cards, and leave his corpse in a dark alley. Times have changed.

Abdullah would think somebody left a pile of garbage next to the bins the next morning when he opened up, curse these filthy Americans, then go inside with his unlit cigarette dangling from his grimacing mouth and before the first alcoholic stumbled in call his cousin Faeed in Lebanon to tell him that this country has gone to the dogs, please don't come.
You're better off where you are. Cleaner streets, better healthcare.

Are the remains of a senile syphilitic conman recyling, compost, or landfill?
In this case, probably not landfill. Toxic waste. Biohazard.
And not worth an obituary.
Burn it.




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