You know, a lot of people are saying it. Bigly people, Smart people, the Best people. They’re saying, Hey, you might actually be the guy from the Bible, that guy, the Antichrist! And I say, well, if I am, I must be the greatest Antichrist in the history of Antichrists. Much better than that sleepy devil with the pitchfork. Nobody ever talks about him anymore.

They say the Antichrist will be a “charismatic deceiver.” Well, look at me. Nobody deceives better than I do. I deceived the banks, I deceived the voters, I deceived wives one through three, very successfully, by the way. Tremendous deception. Better than anyone has ever done. If lying were an Olympic sport, I’d have more gold than Michael Phelps, and I wouldn’t even need the swimsuit. Come to think of it, I still probably have more gold than Michael Phelps. So much gold I’ll have to turn some of it into a golden statue of myself or a toilet just so people can idolize it. In fact, I think that might have already been done. What ever happened to that CPAP statue anyway and my bathroom?

They say he’ll demand loyalty, total worship. Folks, have you seen my rallies? Biggest crowds, chanting my name like I’m a rock star messiah. They stand for hours in the hot sun just to tell me how great I am. Obama never had that. Moses never had that. Even Jesus, maybe not. Nobody’s saying it, but I’ll say it. I might have had bigger crowds than the Sermon on the Mount, whatever that is.

The Bible also says the Antichrist will “exalt himself above all that is called God.” Well, let me tell you, I’ve already been called better than God by people on Truth Social. Someone said, “Trump is greater than Jesus, because at least Trump builds walls.” And honestly? That’s not fake news. God didn’t build a wall. He left the Garden of Eden wide open! That’s why we had the snake problem, folks. Total disaster.

And the 666 thing, oh boy. They love that one. They say 666 is the number of the beast. Well, wouldn’t you know, my good friend Jared once owned 666 Fifth Avenue. Totally true. Beautiful building. They say coincidence, I say divine branding. If you’re gonna be the beast, you might as well have prime Manhattan real estate.

The prophecy also says I’ll survive a “fatal wound.” Well, haven’t I? Two impeachments, four indictments, endless scandals. Any other guy would’ve been politically dead. But me? I rise again, every single time. Like a phoenix, but with better hair.

And the end-times people say I’ll bring chaos to the nations. Well, let me tell you, NATO hates me, the UN hates me, Canada doesn’t even know what to do with me. Total chaos. But I call it winning.

So is it true? Am I the Antichrist? Maybe. Maybe not. I’ll let history decide. But if I am, I promise you this, I’ll be the best Antichrist. The strongest, the richest, the most luxurious, with Diet Cokes for all. It’ll be an apocalypse you won’t believe! It’ll be HUGE.

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