Today is January 6, 2017.  I had told myself I would not write anymore on Donald Trump, the “Not My President” President.  I have wasted a lot of time dissecting this man, but I am tired tonight after a long week of many sick patients, so I write now to free my mind of useless clutter, so, hopefully, to enjoy a better night’s sleep.  Somehow, dumping all this stuff out of paper is helpful to my brain, and brings me so much more inner peace.  It is hard not to spit when I say the name of this man, ugh, there I did it again—He makes me crazy with frustration.

My daughter, Hannah and I had a long conversation over dinner tonight discussing all the things we dislike about this man:  In summary, she does not like his treatment of women, calling herself “a nasty woman” in honor of Hillary Clinton.  She said many women across the USA have gone to calling themselves “a nasty woman”, since that was Trump’s term for his opponent.  Trump is not able to tell the truth, so he labels persons who disagree with him with belittling epithets, so as to dismiss them from the conversation and his little mind.

Of late, he has been dismissing the intelligence community in the same manner, requiring a briefing by National Intelligence Director Gen James Clapper, CIA Director John Brennan and FBI Director James Comey to persuade him of the truth of what he dismissed earlier as no more than ‘the hacking of a 14 year old boy” preferring to believe the WikiLeaks founder, Julian Assange, over the intelligence community of the United States of America.  National Intelligence Director has served presidents of both parties since the time of Eisenhower—and to speak against this man’s credibility is unheard of in this nation, until now.  As Vice-President Joe Biden remarked yesterday:  “Grow up, Mr. President-elect, after all you are going to be President of the nation.”  Trump’s statement tonight is “Well, the hacking did not change the outcome of the election.”  So we know what is his bottom line—the legitimacy of his presidency, which is now being questioned all across this nation and even the whole world.  Incredulous, we all ask, “How could a man like this ever be elected as President of the United States of America?”

We can hope and pray for God to help this man “grow up” into this office and quit behaving like a “petulant child”, who gets upset when someone does not play right with his toys.  Ugh, I had to spit again, writing these things gives me such awful indigestion!  And I don’t expect I am the only citizen in this great nation who is feeling queasy about this man as our President!  He does not represent the views of the majority of Americans; he does not represent the better values of this democratic nation; he does not represent the interests of the minorities, the poor, the homeless, the disenfranchised, the illegal immigrants working in the jobs no one else will do, who also live under this big tent called the United States of America.  For a man who pays no income taxes, we cannot even say he represents the taxpayers of America.

I hope and pray to God good men like Senators Lindsey Graham and John McCain can somehow speak some sense into the dialogue of the Republican majority.  At least they have the courage to confront their new commander-in-chief, even before he takes office and demand better of him who represents their party.  I am not opposed to real Republicans, who exhibit true integrity as these two senators do and have done to guide the leadership of this nation.

Is this enough said?  Today, Trump demanded that all ambassadors across the whole world who have served under President Obama come home, even though he knows this will disrupt the education of their children mid-stream in the year.  He has not even appointed all the ambassadors—so what else is new?  He trusts no one, not even the servants of the federal government.  Is this enough petulance for you?  As I said, “A petulant child, trying to punish President Obama, who questioned Trump’s ability to be commander in chief, who also questioned the legitimacy of Putin in Russia, which apparently motivated the hacks against the Federal government—the “petulance of a spoiled child”, so now we have two petulant children running the world’s nuclear arsenals.  Move the atomic clock closer to midnight, my friends, we are heading closer to Armageddon!

I was telling my daughter of the scenario the Hebrew prophet Ezekiel foretold in the 7^th century B.C.  He told of Gog and Magog (current area of Russia), in alliance with tribes of the Middle East (Iran/Syria?) attacking a peaceful nation, Israel,  descending as ‘a great horde’ across the land, with tribes of the East (China), an army of 200 million converging on the valley of Jezreel in Israel.  The only defender of Israel was “the coastlands” of the western powers (of the USA).

Interestingly enough, Israel was instead defended by Michael, the archangel and the ‘hand of God’ to emerge as victor in this battle, with so much material of war left in the land it took 9 months for the ‘cleansers’ of the land to complete their work.  It is a horrible vision for the world, but a day of victory for Israel and Jerusalem!

This picture of a great war at the ‘end of days’ has been discussed again and again by biblical scholars over the centuries, trying to make sense of its meaning.  Is this allegorical, literal, or somewhere in between?

I have not even thought of these passages in many years, perhaps 40 years or so, and yet, tonight I find them resurfacing in my consciousness.  Israel was reconstituted as a political nation in 1947.  Some in the conservative Christian churches count this as a significant date for the world, as well as the Yom Kippur conflict of 1973.

I have been trying to determine in my spirit, when I pray what exactly has changed with the election of Donald Trump as President.  I cannot put my finger exactly on it, except I now feel a great sense of ‘dis-ease’.  Something about our world just does not feel right and it gives me daily indigestion when I attempt to get in touch with it to name it, to identify it, to call it the name “Legion”.  “My name is Legion, for we are many”, the demons told Jesus when he demanded their name in order to cast them out.

I am trying to find out the name of these demons, so I can cast them out, but it continues to elude me.  But I feel nauseous thinking of Putin and Trump working diplomacy together for our world.  I cringe when I think of how Trump could treat the Hispanics, the blacks, and any other persons who seek to oppose his rule.  I want to vomit, when I remember how Trump denigrates women, and calls them “fat slobs” and “nasty women”.  I shudder when I think of all the hate groups who will emerge over the next four years and feel empowered to say what should not be said and then the violence of the opposition groups who will rise to oppose this racism.  The Black Panthers emerge again to battle the Klu Klux Klan, supplied by weapons made legal by the National Rifle Association.  This generation has no Bobbie Kennedy, no Martin Luther King, Jr. and no great statesman to oppose the madness descending on this nation.

I feel as if I am caught in a very bad dream, and unable to awake from it; I become ill and sick in my soul!

I continue to pray about all these matters and hope to God I am surely wrong about these things.  But, then, I may not be wrong at all and that my friend is the worst possible outcome of all!

A Voice for Everyone, crying in the wilderness, “Make Straight in this desert A Highway for our God!