Demonic Donald’s Demise is Near

There are times when I feel sorry for Donald Trump. I have sympathy for the man, even though his actions have brought a giant, flaming bag of horse shit to his feet, where he desperately jumps on it again and again, trying to stifle the flames but only making the stinking, fiery mess spread.

A friend of mine had a strange thought. She imagined hearing the Rolling Stones classic song Sympathy for the Devil playing before a Donald Trump rally. Usually, You Can’t Always Get What You Want plays at that time, not the devil song. My friend’s interesting notion motivated me to write this piece.

Mick & Don from CNN

Many have studied Sympathy for the Devil and expressed theories about its meaning. The cleanest, most direct analysis is the song traces the dark side of humanity where we are swallowed up by evil, thereby feeding the darkness the wickedness it craves. Could there be other interpretations? Of course. So, let’s take a trip through the words of the song.

Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste

Donald Trump claims he’s a man of wealth, but the more we learn the more we understand that brag is just another illusion of this con man. I’m sure you’ve seen pictures of his private residences. They show a supreme lack of taste, don’t you think? Even the villain Goldfinger would be ashamed to live in such nouveau riche surroundings.

I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man’s soul to waste

Many have commented about Trump’s glaring lack of empathy and apparently damaged soul. That is a harsh statement, but the line about stealing many a man’s soul can easily be applied to those Republican enablers and sycophants who have walked away from their oath of office by lying to and misleading the American people. Donald Trump has stolen their souls.

And I was ’round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

We all know that Trump has a “god complex,” which has been enlarged by his severe narcissistic personality disorder. These lyrics, however, suggest that he’s the one who carries a lot of pain and doubt. When all of his wrongdoings come to the surface of the swamp, he will simply wash his hands and walk away.

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

This devil guy really needs us to know who he is and, yes, we are all puzzled by his game. Us smart voters know that his “game” is not going to make or maintain this country’s greatness.

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

The coincidence here is that Trump did make a trip to Moscow in 1987 and visited Leningrad and St. Petersburg. He was there to propose Trump hotels in Russia. He saw the changes taking place in the former Soviet Union and thought he could exploit them for his personal gain.

I rode a tank
Held a general’s rank

Trump always adores generals, until they turn against him.

And let’s not forget that he wanted a parade with tanks.

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made

Trump makes fun of other countries, except those led by dictators and tyrants. He laughs at the wars of history but has no comprehension of why they took place.

I shouted out
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me

It seemed demonic when Trump approved a National Enquirer story which claimed that Ted Cruz’s father was involved in the assassination of President Kennedy. Of course, we all know it was you and me who killed the Kennedys, not Donald Trump.

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
‘Cause I’m in need of some restraint

Donald John Trump knows that not every cop is a good cop. He has accused the men and women of the FBI of being “bad cops.” He wants to decide who wins and who loses, who is good and who is bad. He flips coins in disregard of all the rules and regulations he doesn’t like. He is Lucifer, and we MUST RESTRAIN HIM NOW!

So, if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah

Trump demands that people be courteous to him, even those he has ruthlessly demeaned. He urges us to have taste, yet he is the most tasteless president of modern times. He asks that we treat him with polite protocol, but if we don’t he will lay our souls to waste.

Okay, I lied earlier. Truth is, I have no sympathy for Donald Trump. I hope he gets exactly what he deserves. Unless he is waterboarded, he will never admit he is or was wrong, but we can hope the judicial system he has so maligned will give this devil his due.

There are 124 “Woo-Woo’s” in Sympathy for the Devil by the Rolling Stones. After November 3rd we will hopefully all be singing “Woo-Woo!”

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  1. Of course, when you look at the totality of this devil’s “accomplishments” you have to have some respect for how hard he has worked to bring down everything he can’t control — which, sooner or later, is just about everything. There are few men in history, I suspect, who have worked so hard to undo the work of others — and in that vein, sympathy for someone who sets himself to that task doesn’t seem so far-fetched. My biggest concern is, what if the devil throws him back?

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