Like a buzzard perched ominously atop the charred remnants of a tree overlooking the decimation of a nation, he stares down his nose at the cameras, opens his mouth, and hemorrhages another gush of lies. He stands in the pitch black of midnight, declares the sun is shining, and expects you’ll believe him. Wielding nefarious sorcery, he gets inside heads. Insanity. Gullibility the curse. Swollen fables the allure. Charisma belies his Luciferian agenda. The God-fearing arm themselves. They gather in churches and send forth trained defenders to retrieve the stores of food concealed in private homes. Unseen angels stand ready.
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