His Holiness, the Pope of Bullsh*t: Trump’s Latest Blasphemy
✝️🤡 When a twice-impeached con man dresses up like the Pope, you’re not witnessing satire—you’re witnessing the full collapse of shame in real time.
Donald J. Trump, America’s top-tier grifter, just posted a photo of himself cosplaying as the Pope. Because apparently, when a real Pope dies, Trump thinks it’s an audition. Not to mourn, not to honor, but to insert himself into a centuries-old religious lineage like it’s a slot at Mar-a-Lago’s buffet table.
This isn’t just trolling. It’s desecration wrapped in delusion. A man who can’t name a single Beatitude now wants to be seen as God’s mouthpiece? The only scripture Trump has memorized is the art of the deal—and even that was ghostwritten. He holds up a Bible like it’s radioactive, but he’ll throw on papal robes if it gets the crowd to chant his name like he’s the Second Coming of Mussolini with a golden mitre.
Let’s be clear: this is fascist theater with incense. The image isn’t a joke—it’s a test. Of how much absurdity his followers will baptize as divine. Of how much fantasy the base will swallow before choking on reality. He’s not trolling the libs. He’s trolling decency itself—and his fans are too far gone to notice that he’s mocking them more than anyone else.
He doesn’t care about theology. He just wants to sit on a throne and pretend he’s been chosen by a higher power—because in a functioning democracy, this man wouldn’t get a second season.
If history ever needed a visual footnote for the phrase “false idol,” this is it. All gold, no gospel. All pageantry, no principles. Trump as pope isn’t a punchline—it’s the punch landing on democracy’s jaw.
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