The Exorcism Of Donald Trump - Convinced That He Is Evil, The Left Resorts To Sorcery

'The houngan can raise the dead', said Antonine Fougere, Director of the Bureau of Land Development in Port-au-Prince. 

Voodoo is the religion of Haiti, derived from the pagan ceremonies of Dahomey and imported to the New World by slave traders, and the houngan - the ceremonial priest -was known for his recalling spirits from the dead, returning zombies, the living dead, back to their graves, and for inspiring ordinary people to fits of orgasmic revelation. 

 

The houngan can also cast spells on people. Best known are the macabre dolls into which pins are driven to blind, maim, or render insane the distant victim.  'I put a spell on you', sang Screamin' Jay Hawkins black artist, descendant of slaves and inheritor of African mysticism, more distant from the black magic of Dahomey than his Haitian brothers, but a believer nonetheless. 

The Salem witch trials were said to have been inspired by a possessed Haitian woman who had unearthly powers and the ability to cast out devils. The witch trials, it was said, were as close to African tribalism as could be imagined, strange and ironic in the white, Puritan world of 17th century Massachusetts but hysterically wild and untamed nevertheless. 

The Evil Eye is common throughout much of the world.  Old Italians still talk of 'malocchio', Indian mothers dress their infant sons as girls to fool the evil spirits, and modern Turks hang a talisman in their homes to prevent the evil eye. 

Children are convinced that monsters lie under their beds, fantasies dismissed by parents but reminiscent of a deep-seated, ancient human fear of evil. 

The Devil is at the heart of Christianity. Evil cannot possibly be incidental, the Church proclaims.  Milton's Paradise Lost is all about the existential fight between good and evil, Jesus and the Devil. Most fundamental Christians believe that the devil is among us, and is responsible for the evil in the world. 

It is not surprising therefore that progressives have assumed that Donald Trump is not only possessed by evil, but is evil incarnate - the ultimate, final stage of devilish inhabitance. It can only be so, there is no other explanation, no possible reason why the man has so deliberately begun to destroy all the good that they have accomplished.  It is one thing to embark on unholy plans, but another entirely to wantonly destroy good, an act which is the very definition of evil.

'Immanence' is the word that progressives now use for this incarnation, preferring to avoid using religious terms, given their anti-catechetical sentiments. However they know that the man is evil, possessed by the Devil, and a threat not only to America but all humanity. 

The problem, however, is this.  The Left has run on the premise that Trump is evil, and so if by some mysterious, tribal, ancestral means that evil were exorcised, Trump and his government would observe the rule of law, the Constitution, and traditional means of governance. The Left would have no shibboleth, no demon, no unholy figure to hate. Better to leave well enough alone, some advisors said, rather than remove the principle issue of the Democratic party. 

On the other hand, if by some unusual intervention, the man were suddenly cleared and cleansed of evil, they would be given credit. 

'Stop it', said Billings Harper, chief advisor to the Democrat Party, political strategist, and principle operative for the 2028 presidential campaign. 'Imminent disaster', he warned, veering into uncharted dangerous territory. 'We have branded the man with enough secular intimations of evil, that we don't need to be the party of exorcism'. 

Yet one member of the Congressional inner circle, Alphonse Baillergeau, Haitian, long-standing patriotic American, Democratic loyalist and trusted advisor to authority, felt there was something to the initiative. He was a true believer in Voodoo, and although he publicly professed Christianity he never strayed far from its roots.

As far as he knew, there were indeed evil spirits abroad,  and only with the power of Africa's tribal mysteries could they be chased away. Unofficially he would travel to Port-au-Prince and contact those who knew far more than he about the black arts, and would report back in a week. 

'What you wanna do, fada?' asked the wizened, black as the ace of spades, grizzled old man sitting on the porch of his mud and wattle home in Les Cayes. 'Hex da man? I got me some mighty potions for that kind o' trouble.’

'Watch what happens to dat white man sittin' over dere under the palm tree'. 

The white man scratched his arm, then his leg, then got up a did a St. Vitus' dance, a whirling dervish, whooping and hollering like a crazy man.  'You see dere', said the houngan. 'He ain't got no bugs on him but my bugs', and no sooner had the man started jumping up and down that he stopped, looked at his arms and legs, and sat down. 

'I gots lots more where dat come from'. 

'Incantations is what I got for big men.  Chants you know, spells and like', and with that he gave the Washington aide a palm leaf with Creole writing.  'Dis will do da trick, fada, but you got be careful dis mighty almighty magic', and with that he swallowed the last of his palm wine and disappeared. 

'How'd it go?', asked the minority chair of the House Ways and Means committee. 'Fine' said Alphonse and set about planning a trial run.  The President was going to speak to the press tomorrow, fueled up and and as angry as a hive full of bees over tariffs, and perhaps he could be 'encouraged' to say a few kind words for the loyal opposition which would soon be responsible for the shift in tariff policy necessitated by the Supreme Court ruling. A small gesture, but in the scope of voodoo things, significant to say the least. 

It worked, and the President paid homage. 

'I want mine', wrote the houngan in a handwritten message delivered to Alphonse. The aide had not expected payment due.  It was a matter between Haitian brothers after all but there it was, his nose wide open, blackmail a short flight away.  If consorting with tribal barbarism ever got out...

Now of course all this was just fol-de-rol and an example of just how far progressive hysteria and Trump hatred can go.  The 'homage' was nothing more than national realpolitik.  Under the new court ruling, the President would have to work with Congress, marshal a few votes from the other side of the aisle not difficult for a man for all his bombast had some of LBJ's arm-twisting genes. 

The amazing thing was not that Alphonse went deep dark magic, but that senior Democrat leaders listened. They actually, even if momentarily, believed that the President was actually possessed. 

'Nutcases' said one Republican who had gotten wind of the aborted scheme, but took it in stride as just one more bald, idiotic attempt to bring their man down. Unsuccessful, of course, as all the lawfare, lies, and innuendoes had been; but this was, wow! quite a show.  

Alphonse believed that the spell had worked, that the bug crawling affair was but one example of voodoo's dark powers, and so he returned to Haiti, gave up his suit and tie, and was last seen as naked as a Hindu sadhu walking the streets of Petionville. 

'I wish it had worked', said Trump when told of the affair. 'I could use some of that'.