Contrary to this graffiti, Trump’s COVID infection does not imply divine favour.
I expect that the writer sees the two as compatible figures to rally behind; which sets a conundrum. Imagine Jesus as Trump. Imagine Trump as Jesus.
Not strictly compatible figures. Its as hard to imagine Trump throwing the money lenders out of the Temple or saying any of the following –
“Blessed are the meek”
“Turn the other cheek”
“It is easier for a camel to thread the eye of a needle than a rich man enter the kingdom of heaven,”
“Render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s” (i.e. pay your taxes)
…as it is to imagine Jesus Christ slapping on the fake tan.
Trump does not sacrifice himself for the good of others, instead throwing anyone available under a bus to save himself. Different M/O as they say in detective fiction.
I wonder if a sign of becoming middle class is writing your shopping list in the margins of a copy of the London Review of Books.
At all hours of day and night, the current Autumn gales – more and more intense as the climate breaks down – keep setting off the alarms on the row of motor bikes parked opposite. A set of small alarms for a big crisis.
In the window of the Sim Sim Bakery. “Money can’t buy you love. But it can get you Vegan Falafel”. Obviously the next best thing.