B2 or Not B2

B2 or not B2

That is the question

That is the question, the question for you

Whether it is nobler to suffer being called TACO

Or to unleash your Massive Penetrator, Baby, and do some obliterating 

This is the gospel of Donald Christ, 

Donald the anointed.

This is his Saturday Night Massacre 

“American warplanes dropped bombs on three nuclear sites in Iran on Saturday, President Trump announced on Saturday night, bringing the U.S. military directly into the war after days of uncertainty about whether he would intervene.” NY Times

“And I want to just thank everybody,” Donald says. 

“And, in particular, God. 

I want to just say, we love you, God, 

and we love our great military. 

Protect them. 

God bless the Middle East. 

God bless Israel 

and God bless America.” 

He seemed to be gagging on these magic words, 

the magic words that will make it right by casting a spell over Maga brains.

He finished his announcement of war the way all American Presidents finish their announcements of war—

 “God bless America,” he chokes.

American Presidents always blame God for their wars.

It gives them deniability.

He wants to be a Strong Man, but he has a weak mind and a diseased will.

I should thank the Ground of Being every day that I wasn’t born as Donald Trump. He is truly damned.