Saturday, July 11, 2015


Like one of those songs you can’t get out of your mind, I went to sleep last night and woke up this morning thinking about Trump World. 

From the diary of the Ol’Buzzard, July, 2018.

In 2015 there were seventeen Republican candidates and six Democratic candidates running for President; but, by the election of 2016 there was only Donald Trump.

It all came to pass when a spacecraft from the planet Kolob, so large it blocked out the sun, hovered over Washington D.C.  

At that time all the faithful Mormon and Scientologist levitated from the Earth, in what Revelation reveals as the Rapture, to space ships to transport them to the Celestial Kingdom in the constellation Cancer, sector 2813, to dwell forever as minions of the ruler Xenu.

The Glorious and Magnificent The Donald (more glorious and magnificent than the most glorious and magnificent anything that ever prior existed,) assisted by The Apostle Tom Cruise OT-6 was left on earth to rule the undeserving.
Though the Apostle Cruise is liberated he is undeserving to look upon the radiant face of The Most Radiant The Donald (more radiant by ten than anything the most radiant that ever existed on earth.)  

Instead he must prostate himself in The Splendid  The Donald’s presence (more splendid than…) and lick the toe jam from between his toes, to carry it in his mouth like a woman not wishing to swallow a blow job, until he can spit it out and dry it to become The Most Precious Relic (more precious than any relic that ever existed by ten,) to be displayed in the Vatican for the adoration of the masses.

At the same time the Anti-Trump (known in Revelations as the anti-Christ) Rachel Maddow was made to become Tom Cruise’s thirteenth wife – to study under him until she can achieve OT-1.

Actually The Great Donald has existed over the centuries.   There are the Trump pyramids in Egypt, the Trump Coliseums in Rome; and the Grand Apocalypse could have taken place two thousand years ago but the Jews refused to wear the underwear.   

I would like to recite to you more history of Doctor Generalissimo President The Donald (ten times greater than any general or president that ever existed – also he was reborn on Kolob but to an American mother and Xenu so he is a citizen and can be President - and his mother was not an orangutan) but I am now required to prostate myself and give praise while counting the ten beads on my Trumpifix and reciting “one times greater, two times greater, three times greater, four times greater, five times greater, six times greater, seven times greater, eight time greater, nine times greater, ten times greater, until I reach the icon of The Donald, arms spread and hair extending like gossamer wings from his head, standing like a giant (ten times gianter than…) in front of the Trump Towers.   

Perhaps I have too much time on my hands
the Ol’Buzzard


  1. or maybe a hobby? or write for sy/fy channel cause that is some scary shit.

  2. WHAT ARE YOU SMOKING!??? Did you get into the paint thinner again?

  3. dude, seek help while there's still time! Great Post! ha ha ha ha ha ha

  4. I thought Testor's took the good stuff out of the glue.

  5. Wow...I was up early & planned on going back to sleep, but now I'm too scared!

  6. This is as scary as his hair...and I didn't think that possible.


COMMENT: Ben Franklin said, "I imagine a man must have a good deal of vanity who believes, and a good deal of boldness who affirms, that all doctrines he holds are true, and all he rejects are false."