And the Spirit of the Lord says this day an acceleration is coming MY children, a catalyst that will cause an acceleration and a demise of those around the “president,” says the Lord. For they have miscalculated, says the Lord, they have made a MAJOR misstep, and they shall tumble down the hill before winter, says the Lord of Hosts. Yes, some shall tumble before winter others shall linger a bit longer in their seat; the seat of power has become the seat of stench, says the Lord of Hosts; they have filled the capital with every fowl unclean creature, a haunt for jackals a place for the satyrs to dance and praise their gods. You think you are the Greatest Of All Time says the Lord of Hosts oh you think, however, your name shall be a byword, a laughing stock and heifer you shall become for what you have done to My name how you have attempted to smote it and smear it and exalt yourselves above it as Lucifer so whispered the temptations in your ear that you in your flesh were lulled right into the abyss of your own making. Who have you been attending to, Oh wife of the president, who have you been secretly attending to, cutting deals to save yourself, looking for cover in the company of another, this shall be revealed says the Lord of Hosts for all the shuffling is being brought to the surface as even a garland shall lose their prestige for the deals they made, the blood that was shed, and the refuse that was created from such foolish sloppy policy says the Lord of Hosts this day.