Trump’s Inferno

I’m possibly going to hell

Assuming such a place exists.

During the time I spent caring for my elderly parents alongside Frenchie, many people suggested that we had earned our place in heaven. I doubted it. Not that we didn’t do an exemplary job regarding the care of our ancients.

The first issue for me is that I don’t believe in heaven and hell. Reason enough for some to send me downwards I guess. Another negative with the heaven idea is that I am not, and never have been convinced that I’d fit in. In fact, heaven, packed with all the good people that have ever existed and died, may well be my idea of hell, meaning of course that I could be sent there as a punishment. Then again it might be the case that there are circles of heaven in the same way as Dante suggested there are circles of hell. There could be a circle of heaven for potty mouthed, atheist, meat eaters who have never murdered and who went above and beyond in the care of those who were dear to them. That could work assuming that the good I’ve done in my life out weighs the inconsiderate/bad.

As is usual, more than one topic has led me down this train of thought.

There was an incident on an escalator in the big M and S on Oxford Street. The lifts were being awfully slow so I went hunting for an escalator along with other impatient types. Some of those others should not have attempted to ride the escalator. One such man, against the advice of his wife, insisted. He got his rubber tipped walking stick in position, by the time he got his right foot on the moving stairs, his walking stick hand was way ahead and down and his right foot was reluctant to follow staying way behind. Complete disaster was averted by his more spritely, though thoroughly irritated wife leaping into action, getting his last foot onto the moving stairs. She supported him on the way down arranging his limbs ahead of disembarking. I had to abort my planned decent due to a fit of unseemly snickering that I could barely contain.

I know, I’m bad.

I understand from internet prattling that the trump is worried that he won’t make it to heaven. If true this is an unusually astute assumption on his part. On weighing up my crimes of inappropriate laughing, being a bit sweary and other low level thought crimes against those people/things that piss me off, I don’t think they’re in the same hell league as the list of actual crimes committed by President T. Criminal associations, 34 felony convictions, lying to an entire nation, greed, using lethal force against his own people, ignoring the constitution, invading countries, threatening more. I can’t imagine even in the worse case scenario, that I could be going to the same place as him. That would be punishment indeed. Maybe I could go to hell, the upper layers perhaps, but Dante is going to have to add a whole extra level to his inferno to accommodate the trump.

Dante is centuries dead, so on his behalf I’ve imagined a complete new hell diagram, it’s an upside down Trump Tower. Trump’s Inferno, 58 levels of torturous eternity.

I don’t believe in heaven or hell, but sometimes I can see the value of the idea of eternal retribution.