Imagine if you will you have a direct communication link with God. He tells ya, “You’re gonna be the prez of the US, Mikey.” And then this orange turd of human being says, “Be my vice prez, and you’ll be one heart attack way from the Oval Office.” All you have to do is give up the entire moral structure you’ve based your life around. But God said it would happen, right?
Then the bronze shit stain tries to get you killed because you have one, single, last thread of what you were that even God himself wouldn’t ask for you to give up. But still there’s that hope. “But God said…” So you hang on while the golden idol’s flying monkeys boo you every time you step in front of a crowd. You hang onto hope until finally you realize what you thought was God --in fact-- was your own inner dialog bouncing around the insides of your cavernous skull.
That’s why Pence, after it was all said and done, finally won’t endorse the antichrist.
Imagine if you will you have a direct communication link with God. He tells ya, “You’re gonna be the prez of the US, Mikey.” And then this orange turd of human being says, “Be my vice prez, and you’ll be one heart attack way from the Oval Office.” All you have to do is give up the entire moral structure you’ve based your life around. But God said it would happen, right?
Then the bronze shit stain tries to get you killed because you have one, single, last thread of what you were that even God himself wouldn’t ask for you to give up. But still there’s that hope. “But God said…” So you hang on while the golden idol’s flying monkeys boo you every time you step in front of a crowd. You hang onto hope until finally you realize what you thought was God --in fact-- was your own inner dialog bouncing around the insides of your cavernous skull.
That’s why Pence, after it was all said and done, finally won’t endorse the antichrist.