At the same time the Divine Providence spared him, the bullet whispered in Trump’s ear “I am death. I am always at your shoulder. I will take you, unprepared, in the instant I want and not when you expect.” As I watched our next president’s face at the convention last night, I thought that I saw the effect of that warning.
“As I watched our next president’s face at the convention last night, I thought that I saw the effect of that warning.”
No kidding. I’ve never seen Trump so peaceful and almost beatific as he was at the RNC Convention. Such strength. Mere mortals would be railing against the evil.