If Trump meeting with Henry Kissinger didn't draw an apple-sized rock screaming from deep space right into the center of that room at a decent percentage of the speed of light, obliterating both of those vile motherfuckers, reducing them to unidentifiable sub-atomic particles, well, then there are absolutely no gods out there in any sense because certainly Trump and Kissinger both rate an almighty righteous smiting.
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