The 2016th Psalm
Donald Trump is my shepherd in sheep's clothing; I shall not question.
He maketh me fear immigrants and build high walls:
He leadeth me beside ritzy Mar-a-Lago waters.
He restoreth my prejudiced mind:
He leadeth me in the paths of disparagement for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the dreaded political swamp,
I will fear no liberal: for the “great” art with me;
Thy Breitbart and thy Fox they comfort me.
Thou preparest this grand illusion before me in the presence of mine enemies:
Thou anointest my strategies with the alt-right;
My bigoted white nationalism runneth over.
Surely money and power shall follow me all the days of my four years: And I will dwell in the tower of the Trump forever.