It’s depressing that even a superb draftsman like Bliss can’t draw a scythe that bears any resemblance to the real thing. Neither the blade nor the sneathe.
Have it your way, but Trump’s discourse structure is so chaotic and shambolic that attempts to parse it with any precision are pretty futile. Plus, he contradicts himself, often within the same sentence (or what appears to be a sentence). Besides which, he has an infinite track-record of lying about everything, including his own lies. On top of which, a list of the things he’s called a “hoax” would fill several pages (and I’m not quite sure that the man knows what the word means).
In the tales of the martyrdom of Christian saints, the writers revel in all sorts of imaginative and painful damage done to the Holy One, but (miraculously) without fatal effect. Beheading always does the trick.
With some exceptions. There are “cephalophoric” saints, those that pick up their heads and walk away, to the amazement of the pagan onlookers. St Denis, the patron saint of Paris, is said to have carried his head from the place of execution to the site of the Cathedral of St Denis, a considerable distance, but as Voltaire cracked, “C’est le premier pas que coute”—"it’s the first step that counts"
Grotesquely inappropriate. Starting with “Democrat”. Besides, what is this “pork”? And somehow I don’t think that hedge-fund operations, virtually all of which qualify as “small businesses” under the legislation, are darlings of the Democrats.
Some older cats in my experience skip the wild and crazy bit and go straight to woozy tranquility.