White–haired septuagenarian: “Trump’s the man.”
HE: “Okay, but do you guys think there’s a slight chance you might go to hell when you die?”
While–haired septuagenarian (chuckling): “Heh, not a chance.”
HE: “Satan is his father, not Fred! He came up from hell and begat a son of mortal woman. He will overthrow the mighty and lay waste their temples!”
I actually didn’t say any of this Roman Castevet stuff, but I said it inwardly. I didn’t have the courage to say it verbally.