You can tell me what you want here, yes?
But I don’t believe in fortune-telling.
Like this.
What I mean is that I don’t believe that the good Lord will whisper in the ear of a U.S. American Bible Belt Republican at night that in three months a bullet will fly by the head of God’s chosen Republican U.S. presidential candidate to unite the God-fearing patriots of America.
You can tell me what you want, call me names, insult me or threaten me, but I won’t go along with it, and I won’t go along with it with any conceivable consequences.
I don’t believe in fortune-telling.
Without exception, fortune-telling is always hocus-pocus, a show, charlatanry, a scam or a magic trick.
But what I always believe in:
I believe in human stupidity, in human greed, in movie blood, in Hollywood, in the American poker face, I believe in the evil in stupid people, in the Shoa, in Dachau and Auschwitz, I believe in arrogance, in the narcissism of rich douchebag children, in the decadence of the spoiled and in the current collapse of the dollar – and thus of the us-American empire.
But I never believe in a Christian prophetic BibleBelt patriot in a horrible eye cancer shirt who could predict the bullet on Trump because the good Lord whispered something to him.
Not a chance.