The weak-kneed talking class bemoans the rise of Donald Trump.
They know that they play the devil’s advocate with Congress and the elite as the devil.
Then they pretend they haven’t been steadily selling this nation down the river for years now.
They have no soul. They’re just chunks of flesh with breath, blood, and lust. There’s no Spirit of God in them.
I was always proud to call myself a republican. God, country and family. I feel I have no one representing me anymore. I belong to no party. I will no longer make any deals with the devil.