When Jesus saw the crowds, he retreated into the safety of his own penthouse suite and after he sat down his disciples came to him. Then he began to speak and taught them, saying:
Blessed are the rich, because their wealth trickles down like warm syrup and everyone else feasts like ants on the mess beneath their tables. Through them the heavenly economy surely prospers.
Blessed are those who are properly focused on the things that matter and do not get distracted by weak sentiment.
Blessed are the strong as they reach out to smite the weak and unproductive. Their nation will be the most powerful on earth. There will be no end to the wealth they accumulate.
Blessed are those who can control the message and shape it to their own demands. Blessed are their spokespersons. Blessed are the forks in their tongues.
Blessed are those whose charity is sensibly directed only to the deserving poor. May their tax burden be greatly reduced in gratitude.
Blessed are those who are stuffed full, for they will never scrounge from the rest of us. Blessed are those who are content, because they are obviously hardworking, responsible, decent people.
Blessed are those who are white, male and rich. They can make the world as they wish. They can take what they want. Any hole is theirs for the filling. Any pussy is theirs for the grabbing.. They can exploit whoever, whatever, to ensure their own advancement.
Blessed are the warmongers, for they will ensure our security. They will make our nation great and our enemies tremble at our feet.
Blessed are those who take no shit from anyone. May persecutions be heaped on the heads of all the small people who dare to question or deride those I have ordained for positions of power and wealth.
May no small slight be left unpunished, lest the proper hierarchy of all things be questioned. For heaven belongs to the rich and to them alone. All else should consume what they can, according to the riches they are able to grasp. Let the fire of aspiration burn in your souls so that the Kingdom might never be compromised; so that the economy might never lack confidence.
If you print this on real Scottish wood and send to The Donald you could probably make millions through trade in the brave new Brexit world that is forming all around us. Am a little early or a little late wishing you a happy Birthday??? Love Mark & DeeDee xxx
chuckle- great idea! A little early thanks- not till the 16th… Hope you are OK
Tragically very much in tune with the zeitgeist I’m afraid, but brilliant nonetheless – am I okay to tweet/FB/link to this? Cheers!
Of course Jim! Hope you are well?