JACTICTATION

What are Gods for?

Zeus was napping in his penthouse in
Trump Towers when the phone rang.
It was Donald Trump, "Can I have a
moment of your time? I'm looking for
a campaing contribution and your the
king of the gods. Maybe, you could
help?"

Zeus sat up from his recliner and snapped
his fingers. Instantly, Donald Trump appeared
before him, "Geeze. I was in Scotland."
Donald made a wide gesture with his arms
and hands. Zeus ran his fingers through
Donald's hair.
"Hmmm. It is real." Zeus remarked.

Hera walked into the living room with a tray
of grapes and gold goblets of red wine.
"We have a very great Mexican staff.
You don't have to serve me." Donald gave a
toothy smile. "After 8000 years of slaves
tripping over themselves, I'd rather get the
grapes and wine myself." Hera answered.

"So. You want to make a deal with me?"
Zeus laughed and drank his wine.
"I want to make America great and if you
can help that would be great." Donald smiled
and ate a grape and then sipped some wine.
Hera rolled her eyes,

"WE DO NOT NEED CASINO LANDLORDS!"

The sky darkened with thunder.
Donald fell to his knees before the Olympian
Gods, "I meant no disrespect. I just want to
do the right thing."
Hera's face was radiant with love as Zeus face
looked down upon them from thundering clouds.

"AM I AMERICAN?
I CAN TARE DOWN THIS WORLD
AND BUILD ANOTHER!"

The voice of Zeus thundered as
Donald crawled for the exit;
two massive gold doors that had
carved into it the war between the Titans
and Olympian Gods.

"LOOK AT THE TITANS, WHO DARED TO
CHALLENGE ME! AND KNOW THAT I AM A
JEALOUS GOD!" Zeus roared.

Hera opened the doors with a wave
of her hand. The carvings came alive
and reached out to Trump as he crawled
in a desperate scramble for freedom.
"I'm a big fan of the Greeks!"
Donald shouted, sliding into a marble
bust of Hercules as he leapt into the
elevator.


Reflections~ Why should a God help you?

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