Conversation with a deity
Deity: I have some messages for you to pass on.
Me: Why me?
D: Don't interrupt. First, Speaker of the House Johnson says people are not interested in Trump's health. Tell Johnson that as of tomorrow, his body will have Trump's health and vice versa.
Me: I don't think Johnson will like that.
D: Don't interrupt. Tell Trump that I spoke with Satan and there's no room at the inn.
Me: Trump won't go to hell when he dies???
D: Don't interrupt. The gods are discussing a suitable punishment. I suggested a television interview. The program will be called "Six Quintillion Minutes" and it will feature a rotatiing cast of Trump's least favorite TV late night hosts asking him questions and laughing at his answers.
Me: Trump won't like that. Oh, yeah--he'll be dead.
D: Don't interrupt. Another suggestion was to have Trump spend eternity building the wall on the border with Mexico. By himself. Eternal thirst, eternal heat stroke, eternal recordings of the worst Mexican narco pop music.
Me: That sounds like hell on earth!
D: Don't interrupt. What else? Oh, yes. Tell JD Vance that he WILL be going to Hell and when he gets there, it'll be angry cat ladies for all eternity. That dude is going to suffer. Okay, get going.
Me: Yes Ma'am!