THE old cybernetic dying dung crusading for the freedom of the world in his private jet and singing us about the malevolence of big money (I guess it takes one to know one) can no longer hide that he's in serious condition, potentially on a Darth Vader like kind of life support.

First he loses his denture and can't pronounce words correctly.

Then he has tremendous problems reading his already rehearsed text which shows that his eyesight is dramatically low, and also that his memory is failing him before he can even reach the end of his simplest 19 words long sentences.

Sadly this short video didn't hint at whether he's got incontinence problems, but just like assassin Hillary who seems in much better shape we can safely assume he's also endowed with his little backpack sack to accommodate for his constantly dribbling anus.

Given the seriousness of his symptoms, it is highly unlikely that this being be autonomous, both in terms of physical but also mental abilities. One has then to forcibly conclude that he's used by some behind the scenes puppet master. The question is: who is pulling the strings?

In short if money can buy you a lot of things like dominos on pizzas and walnut sauce, it cannot buy you eternal life. That's the problem with Faustian pacts: you have to give your soul back to Satan, therefore you have to die knowing this, and this is certainly why the candidates for eternal damnation cling on to life that desperately. Nobody knows this kind of fear besides them, which is already a reward in itself for the simple but honest and hard working citizen.

Armageddon is going to be a fight until death between all the damned of this planet, and it already started last night.

And no amount of children's blood and organs can change that.