many years ago when i was an old man, my young mother taught me to drive. But one day, while breastfeeding on her, the gear shifted and we hit a small blade of grass. The blade fell over and hit a small elephant which died instantly. Later that morning before the cock crowed, i laid down in my pillow for the night. The moon shone darkly upon my little dead elephant. Oh how i miss how he use to stand at attention at her presence at the doorway.
Much like the paragraph above, the threat from russia and hungary is quite twisted and revealing - if read with a tilt towards its hidden context and by reversing the imagery to the opposite poles. But only when reflecting the color of the blue turban he is preparing and which will soon sit upon the evil one’s head in jerusalem.
Well, I’m not proud to admit that went over my head.