He can buy several judges, district attorneys & dozens of mayors for the same cost of one senator
George Sorebutt is about to discover that from Heaven, the word is going out:
SELL SOREBUTT
His value is headed at warp speed into the negative regions.
His rear is being fitted to the sling to hurl him to the darkest regions of hell.
His reputation will be as or more despicable than the reputations of Her Bw*tchy Hideousness & O’Bustard Donkey Dg.
Relatives will scurry for dark hidey holes & find none.
His wealth will be more ‘appropriated’ than he has stolen countries, freedom & decency from millions.
His ugliness—inside & out—will become even more exaggerated & disfigure all he touches.
He will flail about in his last throes trying to fling his exalted ‘powers’ horrifically destructively yet again—only to find his dragon breath can no longer compete even with a gnat’s fart.
The fall of Sorebutt will frighten & quiver-cate those who considered themselves mighty alongside his lofty stench.
He will begin to wish he were never born—& that before he reaches hell.
He will rank an Olympic Gold Medalist in the upper ranks of most despicable, most horrific, most despised, most disgusting, most evil.
And, in the end, he will be considered a hollow, vain, arrogant, hideous shell—a caricature of a human being.
He aspired to & considered himself a kingmaker and world changer—country destroyer.
What he destroyed first & foremost was any shred of humanness he may have once started with.
And all the misery he so delighted in spreading far & wide as the agent of his Dark Lord—will stab him most painfully in the region where he once may have had a heart.
He has earned his star in the black sidewalks of hell. But there will be no exalting in it. He will hate himself even more than he has hated God, freedom, decency & loving kindness.
His name will become a curse word.
And then, all record of him ever having existed will be erased from the planet.
And, finally, he will realize that his utterly beyond wasted life was exceedingly not worth living—that, indeed—he never had the faintest understanding of what life & living were all about.
So let it be said, so let it be done about & to the spawn of hell’s cesspool.