“My ass is this wide.”
Okay, okay — I shouldn’t make fun of the “morbidly obese,” but this near-shameless asshole actually does feel shame about his physical condition. Otherwise, he wouldn’t lie about it. It’s one of his only sore spots, and therefore something that needs to be poked and prodded incessantly. He deserves to be ridiculed for being a big, fat liar.
Anyway, I’ve published a post or two where I compare Donald Trump to Satan and call him the “Antichrist.” If he really is the Antichrist, July 2 is the day that he’ll drop dead or burst into flames — or whatever is supposed to happen. I’m no Bible expert, so I’m really not sure about that part of the prophecy.
However, I am an astrologer who can’t stop looking at Emperor Orangantine’s horoscope and his natal Saturn positions where Jupiter and Pluto will meet up during their upcoming retrograde conjunction. It all happens 1260 days into his presidency, on July 2, 2020. So, if he drops dead or resigns that day, we’ll all know exactly what was going on.
I know I’ve discussed this before, but I just need to put it out into the universe again because it’s important for astrologers to predict things. I keep reading criticism of astrologers for not predicting the pandemic (even though there are specialized branches of astrology that deal with those sort of predictions), so I don’t want to be the guy who claims that I saw it coming and then declined to share that knowledge with anyone.
So, there it is. My reputation is on the line. Thankfully, I don’t really have anything to lose because barely anyone takes me seriously anyway . . .