Then the princes, the governors, and captains, the judges, the treasurers, the counsellors, the sheriffs, and all the rulers of the provinces, were gathered together unto the dedication of the image that Nebuchadnezzar the king had set up; and they stood before the image that Nebuchadnezzar had set up.
Then an herald cried aloud, To you it is commanded, O people, nations, and languages, that at what time ye hear the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, dulcimer, and all kinds of musick, ye fall down and worship the golden image that Nebuchadnezzar the king hath set up: and whoso falleth not down and worship shall the same hour be cast into the midst of a burning fiery furnace.
Therefore at that time, when all the people heard the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, and all kinds of musick, all the people, the nations, and the languages, fell down and worshipped the golden image that Nebuchadnezzar the king hath set up.
And whoso falleth not down and worshippeth, that he should be cast into the midst of a fiery furnace.
Lately, I write a lot about Donald Trump. When someone believes he is larger then life, and that the idea of erecting a golden statue of himself is suitable for his position of power, his stature in the world, and a testament to his grandiosity, I have to wonder once again, about onlookers. Modest people everywhere are cringing ... while others are lap-dogging up all the vomitrocious nonsense that spews from this man's self-important mouth.
The bigger they are, the harder they fall, is an idiom that perfectly predicts what will happen to the Don.
I recall seeing images of Donald's apartment in New York, where gold plating covered far too many surfaces to be appealing. It wasn't beautiful, it was garish. Less is more Donald, and that is exactly what so many of us have experienced: much less than what we were used to, during the dark shut-down days, while you continued your rich and famous life, unhindered, unimpeded, uninterrupted, and prepping for round two, a foregone conclusion, of your presidency.
Some behaviour is asinine and unbecoming, lacking decorum and dignity. Childishness in grown men and women is embarrassing, and Donald Trump is one of the hardest men to listen to and watch. Donald is like a small child infected with the permanent condition of solipsism, so focused on his own need to be the king in his invented realm, that he doesn't consider others.
Then saith Jesus unto him, Get thee hence, Satan; for it is written, Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve.
NOTE: If I have calculated correctly, threescore cubits is 90 feet, plus six cubits, which is the measurement for the base of the statue, at 9 feet. The statue of Nebuchadnezzar was 90 feet tall and 9 feet wide ... Talk about conceited garishness!
NOTE: Donald Trump ushered in the "vaccines", then left the world stage while the stooges did their dirty work pushing the propaganda, making him look like he didn't play a part in the injuring and killing, only to come back as the golden god to save the day.
Think on that a while ...
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