I remember a fellow on Gabriola Island who loaned me a cute little trailer and helped me move it to the horse pasture where I lived among the horses. He thought he was Jesus. He swallowed LSD and prayed on some one's lawn and knocked on the door saying he was the savior and was met with a shotgun and the island policeman was called. He was a sweet guy. I wonder where he is today. Trump thinks he's Jesus too, though he's nasty. He's just doing his perverse song and dance. Later he said he thought he was a doctor because he helps people. We don't have to pray to a specific god, but we better pray, as we are in a world of trouble now.