I’m gonna look at it this way:
Mr. Trump went to a small church, not a big hoot-and-hooler church, a small church, where a pastor did what he believes he was told to do, and put a mantle on Mr. Trump’s shoulders.
(I might not be a member of a church at the moment, but I darn well knew where that came from, and what it meant, and I stand with that action.)
Now, once again, “the man of the mantle” spoke Judge Moore’s name, and here come the cockroaches out in midday after him.
Once again, I stand with that action of “the man of the mantle”.
Happy Thanksgiving