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Salvation is 33 days away. In 33 days the Satan Trump will return to hell. 

The number 33 is a symbolic figure. Jesus Christ was 33 when he died on the cross for our sins. But he didn't die on the cross for the sins of all humanity. He didn't die on the cross for Adolf Hitler. He didn't die on the cross for Joseph Stalin. And he didn't die on the cross for Donald Trump.

He died on the cross for the more than 310,000 Americans who have lost their lives in less than ten months because Trump has been more interested in his political survival instead of protecting his fellow citizens from this pandemic.

As sure as Hitler and Stalin are burning in hell, Trump will receive the same condemnation when he appears for sentencing at the Last Judgement.

Make no mistake. Trump is evil. We put the letter "d" in front of the adjective and Trump is the devil. While he has intimidated powerful politicians with the fear of his vengeance who quake in the shadow of this loser, and he is a loser both as a person and a politician, the Holy Trinity will step on him like a cockroach the moment he exhales his last breath.

In 33 days the wolves will descend upon this dictator demoted to a common citizen; he is going to pay for his own sins. He grabbed one pussy too many and she is taking him to court for rape. Whether it's his business interests or paying his income taxes, Trump is going to experience hell before he descends into the infernal abyss forever.

Trump overestimates his abilities to frighten us. More than 81 million Americans told him to go and fuck himself. Unlike the Republican senators and representatives in Washington D.C. who don't want to precipitate a temper tantrum by this man/child who has never been anything but a spoil brat, I'm not afraid of him.

You're a piece of shit, Trump! You're a cocksucker, Trump. You can't even call yourself a bully, Trump, because 81 million Americans discovered that you were a 98-pound weakling and they are kicking sand in your face, puto. That's right! ¡¡¡Eres un puto pinche cagapalo hijo de tu chingada madre, ojete!!! 

When you assumed the presidency, you rode the momentum after Obama and Biden had rescued the economy in the wake of George W. Bush's management of rewarding the rich while ruining the average citizen. And where are we today, Trump? You have robbed us of our wealth. You have crippled our health. You have infested our earthly garden with hate, but like weeds you will be cast into the fire.

God detests hypocritical whores like yourself. You have spent your entire life fucking and fucking and fucking every man and woman who has had the misfortune of falling under your depraved spell. But in 33 days it will be your blood and not our Lord's blood that will gather in steaming puddles and boil like a witches' brew.

I am not afraid of you, Trump. More than 81 million Americans aren't afraid of you, Trump. Paul Revere rides through the streets of America shouting, "Trump has lost! Trump has lost! Trump has lost!" If there were statues, we would topple them a la Saddam Hussein or a la Confederate traitors. But we must suck it up for 33 more days with our fingers crossed. God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit are with us. God had to resort to extreme measures to free the Jewish people from the Egyptians. Perhaps he had no other option but to visit upon us this plague in order to liberate us from the Pharaoh Trump.   

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