The Chosen One
"The Chosen One" Was and Expected Revelation
Little Ricky / John R. Hall
Little Ricky / John R. Hall

The powers that be, the gods, have a morbid sense of humor. We need look no further than President Donald J. Trump for proof. Yesterday, unsatisfied with the title President of the United States of America, while the Right powerful people watched in awe, the gods allowed President Trump to exalt himself to the status of “The Chosen One.”


What a Revelation: “And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy” (13:1).

This is biblical. This is prophesy in motion. This is blasphemy. This would be comical if not for the fact that President Trump is truly demented, fully deranged, extremely dangerous, and—to top it all off—full of narcissistic jingoism.

Let us not forget that in 2016 “The Donald” proclaimed that he alone was the answer: “I am your voice,” he said back then. Continuing in Hitler-esque fashion, he spewed: “I alone can fix it.” He has surely got us into many fixes with countless allies, with China, with the economy, and with just about anything his tiny little hands touch.

“And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard, and his feet were as [the feet] of a bear, and his mouth as the mouth of a lion: and the dragon gave him his power, and his seat, and great authority,” Revelation 13:2 continues.

The Republican Party elect are so afraid of Trump’s base that they have surrendered all power unto the beast: President Donald J. Trump. They stand idly by while the president, in unpresidential fashion, growls, barks, yips, and howls at anything and everything that does not bow down unto him.

No matter what has been exposed about Trump, he has always been lifted above the stench of his behavior by his base, with the Republican elite quickly falling in line. The Donald’s penchant for grabbing pussies, for lusting after Ivanka (his own daughter), for plotting a future date with a ten-year-old girl who was simply trying to enjoy Christmas while riding an escalator at Trump Tower in 1992—none of that could wound the beast.

“And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death; and his deadly wound was healed: and all the world wondered after the beast,” Revelation 13:3 indicates.

With that kind of biblical healing going on, we can’t blame the Republican Party for washing Trump’s filthy laundry back in 2016 and for falling in line . . . to worship him.

After Trump escaped political injury from his randy fantasies and overt behaviors, it’s no wonder the Right people had a Revelation of the 13:4 kind: “And they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast: and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who [is] like unto the beast? who is able to make war with him?” Certainly not the fearful Republicans, who are afraid of losing their seat on the gravy train.

The time allotted for a president to show the American people his or her stuff is four years, or in months it’s forty-eight. Knowing that, the Republicans seeking reelection (upon winning, they could continue to avoid having to do any real work or be productive) decided that it is in their best interest to allow “The Donald” to run amok with the moniker President of the United States. “And there was given unto him a mouth speaking great things and blasphemies; and power was given unto him to continue forty [and] two months” (13:5). Revelation could be renamed the Gospel of Revelation (knowing that the word gospel loosely means “good news”) if in fact the preceding verse cuts Trump’s tenure as president short by six months through impeachment and removal from office. That’d be worth placing 10 percent of our gross into offering plates, resulting in not only good tithings for the church but also good tidings to the world.

The rest of Revelation could be twisted into my desire to warn the world of President Trump’s danger to it. Chapter 13 continues with prophecies of The Beast coming forth to wreak havoc. But no one needs to read Revelation or have it twistedly quoted to them to be warned of The Beast. They simply need to change the channel from FOX to be informed that The Beast is here among us. Yes, simply change the radio or TV channel, or do what generations that came before us did—read!

“Read?” you’re thinking.

“The horror. The horror,” you say.

And that is what President Trump is feeling. The horror of losing, which is driving his increasingly erratic behavior as he heads toward a date with destiny: the 2020 election.

It’s just around the corner, Donald!

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John R. Hall is a James Copley Scholarship for Journalism recipient. John studied journalism, psychology, communications & drama at City College, San Diego, California. John has largely traveled through life as a single and childless rolling stone, collecting little moss. He has been employed in numerous industries: first as a KFC dishwasher, then a Red Lion busboy, followed by soda jerking for Dairy Queen. All of that occurred before Uncle Sam whispered in his ear and he donned the olive drab green as a soldier in the U.S. Army. After that non Yankee Doodle Dandy duty was over, he attempted a career in entertainment, performing comedy and magic. When those opportunities disappeared, John reappeared in the transportation industry as a taxi and truck driver. He's been a barkeep, a hotel manager, a street performer, a professional student, a business manager, a dispatcher, an oil field professional, and an IT/IS professional; He's even been a procurer of substances. John developed and maintains both and All of this basically makes him an omnipotent . . . (in his own mind, which, as he says: "Is all that counts").