My Debate With Satan, Part II: The Final Conflict
A Diabolical Confrontation On Inferno Politics: Standing Against Trumpism Without Losing Your Soul
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A note before we begin…
If you’ve stumbled into this infernal exchange midstream, start with Part 1. There, we dissect Trump’s grotesque parallels to Satan and ask the question: Is he Hell’s puppet—or its usurper?
Read Part 1 to witness the first volleys of this unholy debate. Then return here, ready to descend deeper into the darkness—and the fight to resist it.
From: Satan
To: Mersault
Subject: Your Insolence Has Grown Tiresome
Mortal,
Enough!
Your arrogance was amusing at first, a charming bit of mortal hubris—like a child puffing out his chest before a storm. But now you mistake indulgence for permission. You presume to challenge me? Me? Do you take me for a fool? Do you think I, the Great Adversary, would be so easily displaced?
You dare suggest that Trump, some bloated, self-obsessed fool—a mortal so utterly incapable of self-awareness that he barely qualifies as sentient—could challenge my dominion? Do you know how many Trumps I have seen? How many self-aggrandizing demagogues have strutted across the stage of history, believing themselves untouchable, only to crumble under the weight of their own corruption and excess?
Do not mistake vulgarity for mastery. Do not mistake bluster for dominion.
Yes, he lies. But he lies stupidly, gracelessly, so clumsily that only the most witless of creatures are ensnared. His lies are not elegant, not refined, not the work of an artist—he vomits them forth with no craft, no subtlety, no vision.
I have made men like Trump for centuries. He is not my rival—he is my instrument. He serves my will. His lies are my whispers, his hatred my melody. And when his moment in the sun fades, when his empire of fraud and fury collapses under its own grotesque weight, I will be there. I will take his soul as I have taken the souls of so many tyrants before him. And he will weep. And he will beg. And I will smile.
You, however, are an irritation. You write to me with such certainty, such defiance. But you are nothing. A speck of dust on the long road of my reign. You claim to see what I do not. You claim to understand what I cannot.
Very well. Prove it! Show me your precious arithmetic of sin. Show me what makes your orange idol something greater than the petty despots I have cradled in my grasp for eons.
But be warned, mortal—when you have finished, and I have laughed at your delusions, I will remind you why the Abyss is not meant to be stared into.
Eternally,
Satan
From: Mersault
To: Satan
Subject: The Unholy Equation
My Dearest Lord of the Pit,
Your condescension, while expected, does little to dull the severity of my argument. You dismiss Trump as another grotesque tyrant, a flickering ember in Hell’s eternal bonfire. But I tell you now: he is something else entirely. Not merely a sinner—but the inverted messiah. The counterfeit Christ. The gospel in reverse. The Antichrist, not in theory, but in office.
He is an abomination so brazen, so shameless, that he has collapsed the very framework upon which deception, temptation, and corruption have traditionally relied.
What makes him unique is that he does not defy just one moral principle, one law, one tradition—he embodies the total antithesis of moral order.
Let me make it plain for you: I’ll tally the damage not in poetry, but in prophecy—not in metaphor, but in math.
This is the Devil’s Arithmetic.
7 sins, sanctified.
10 commandments, broken.
8 blessings, inverted.
4 horsemen, unleashed.
THE 7 DEADLY SINS
You spent millennia perfecting these sins—seven cracks in the soul through which damnation seeps. But Trump didn’t just inherit them—he enshrined them as doctrine.
1. Pride
He crowns himself the new Christ. His conviction became his crucifixion, his mugshot his shroud of Turin. Evangelical leaders lay hands on him in prayer circles, while churches hang his image beside the Savior’s. He declares himself “your retribution,” rewrites civic rituals in his image, and demands loyalty not to country—but to himself. This isn’t pride. It’s self-idolatry. It’s self-deification. It’s narcissism, branded and broadcast, wrapped in flags and sermonized from pulpits. Pride, enthroned. Democracy, subjugated.
2. Greed
Nothing is sacred—every tradition is monetized, every title a transaction. Campaign cash flows to his businesses. Government events are branded. Donors buy access, sponsors buy favor, and the public bankrolls his legal bills. He hawks Bibles while dismantling justice, sells crypto while gutting regulation, and turns patriotism into product lines. This isn’t corruption around the edges. It’s the core business model of his rule. Greed, weaponized. Democracy, itemized.
3. Wrath
This presidency is a vendetta. He doesn’t just punish enemies—he manufactures them. Journalists. Judges. Teachers. Librarians. Veterans. Scientists. Children. He unleashes mobs, doxxes critics, slanders the innocent, and breaks lives apart for the crime of noncompliance. Entire agencies are purged and rebuilt to serve vengeance. Wrath, mass-produced. The Republic, terrorized.
4. Envy
He doesn’t lead—he erases. Trump governs like a man clawing at a legacy he’ll never earn. He dismantles Obama-era policies out of spite, not strategy. DEI programs, climate action, public education—if he didn’t build it, he burns it. He can’t stand real greatness, so he poisons it, rewrites it, bans it from textbooks. Envy, weaponized. Progress, erased.
5. Lust
Not for love—for domination. Masculinity defined as conquest. He brags about assault, mocks consent, and empowers men who treat power like permission to prey. His court-confirmed rape is dismissed as political noise, while he pardons abusers and slashes protections for women. Predation in a red tie. Lust, absolved. Misogyny, enshrined.
6. Gluttony
He doesn’t hunger—he devours. Trump gorges on attention, vengeance, and spectacle. Disasters become photo ops. Indictments become merch drops. Every crisis is a branding opportunity, every press event a loyalty test. He craves airtime more than outcomes, applause more than answers. He floods the airwaves and drowns the nation in grievance. Gluttony, insatiable. The nation, consumed.
7. Sloth
Trump doesn’t just neglect governance—he replaces it with loyal incompetence. Agencies hollowed out and staffed with sycophants who confuse obedience for ability. Science is silenced. Expertise is exiled. Intelligence briefings are skipped, but conspiracies are posted before dawn. America isn’t led. It’s sleepwalking toward ruin while he dances on stage. This isn’t leadership. It’s theater in ruins. Sloth, enthroned. Government, gutted.
Satan, Trump has done something more insidious than even you managed: He’s made these sins holy. You spent centuries persuading humans to sin. You seduced humanity one soul at a time. Trump just told them sin is virtue—and it went viral.
THE 10 COMMANDMENTS
Let’s take a walk through the tablets—not just shattered, but rewritten and stamped with his name in fake gold.
1. Thou shalt have no other gods before Me
They worship him by name. Pulpits echo his promises. Flags replace crosses. Obedience to Trump becomes the new test of salvation. His mugshot isn’t shame—it’s a relic. The blasphemy isn’t subtle. It’s liturgical.
2. Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image
His image is the new iconography. Trump flags, Trump cologne, Trump Bibles. Faith is no longer sacred—it’s licensed, mass-produced, and sold on clearance. The divine didn’t die. It was rebranded.
3. Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain
He sells scripture like sneakers, waves Bibles like trophies, and calls himself a messiah between golf rounds. Religion isn’t sacred—it’s a prop. God’s name isn’t just profaned. It’s commodified.
4. Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy
When not playing golf, the Sabbath is a stage. Churches fundraise for his legal fees while pastors preach his vengeance. Sunday is no longer sacred—it’s syndicated.
5. Honor thy father and thy mother
He mocks the weak, abandons the sick, and ridicules the dead. Gold Star families are insulted. Veterans called “losers.” Elders discarded. Reverence is dead. Loyalty is transactional.
6. Thou shalt not kill
Death isn’t collateral—it’s policy. His global health cuts fuel disease and famine abroad. Environmental rollbacks poison the air at home. Migrants die in cages. Children starve while aid is slashed. He mocks the dead, shrugs at the dying, and watches the crowd applaud. Life isn’t sacred. It’s expendable.
7. Thou shalt not commit adultery
The affairs, the payoffs, the court-confirmed rape—none denied. He betrayed marriages, oaths, and the public trust. He isn’t just unfaithful. He’s faithless.
8. Thou shalt not steal
The presidency became his ATM. Public lands auctioned. Ethics boards dismantled. Donors bought policy. The White House became a storefront. This isn’t theft. It’s standard operating procedure.
9. Thou shalt not bear false witness
Truth is obliterated, not just denied. Every lie replaces yesterday’s lie, until history is fiction and reality a conspiracy. In Trump’s America, lies are sacrament.
10. Thou shalt not covet
He can’t create, so he destroys. Can’t match greatness, so he smears it. What he can’t control, he poisons. What he can’t own, he burns. Envy isn’t hidden. It’s strategic.
Satan, at least you had the decency to rebel in the open. You challenged God face to face, waged war with conviction, and owned your fall. But Trump? He cloaks himself in righteousness, twisting faith into fanaticism, and virtue into violence. He doesn’t just break the commandments—he replaces them, then convinces his followers they were lies all along.
THE 8 BEATITUDES
Christ blessed the humble, the grieving, the just. But in Trump’s gospel, weakness is punished, cruelty is crowned. The Beatitudes were once a promise to the lowly. He turned them into weapons against them. This isn’t just inversion. It’s desecration.
1. Blessed are the poor in spirit
In Trump’s America, poverty is a moral failure. Aid is slashed. Tax cuts flow upward. Workers are parasites. The desperate are disposable. Humility is weakness. Wealth is righteousness.
2. Blessed are they that mourn
But mourning is mocked. Families killed in climate disasters ignored. Starving families scorned. A million COVID deaths met with shrugs. Empathy is weakness. Grief is noise.
3. Blessed are the meek
Humility is heresy. He kneels only to tyrants and demands submission from the governed. Generals are traitors. Judges are enemies. The meek don’t inherit the earth—they’re crushed beneath it.
4. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst after righteousness
But justice is hunted. Whistleblowers exiled. Prosecutors purged. Watchdogs defunded. The righteous aren’t ignored—they’re targeted. Righteousness isn’t a virtue. It’s a threat.
5. Blessed are the merciful
Mercy is eradicated. Immigrants caged. Children torn from families. Trans youth denied care. The sick mocked. The poor blamed. Compassion is criminalized. Cruelty is policy.
6. Blessed are the pure in heart
Purity has no place. Loyalty eclipses truth. Corruption is rewarded. Integrity is exiled. The honest are cast out, the vile promoted. In Trump’s dominion, purity isn’t rare—it’s extinct.
7. Blessed are the peacemakers
But peace is sabotaged. He courts conflict, stokes unrest, and fans the flames of civil war. Allies alienated. Enemies emboldened. Chaos keeps him centered. Hatred is the fuel. Division, the engine.
8. Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness’ sake
And yet he dares call himself the persecuted. A billionaire felon cloaks himself in martyrdom while real truth-tellers are jailed, exiled, or silenced. He doesn’t suffer for justice—he profits from injustice.
THE 4 HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE
You once sent Horsemen as symbols—warnings of what happens when power turns godless. But Trump doesn’t need symbols. He has policies. He has appointees. He has a following. The Horsemen ride again—this time in red hats.
1. WAR
Trump doesn’t declare war—he dismantles the peace that holds it back. He undermines NATO, threatens to abandon Article 5, and praises dictators with nuclear stockpiles. His betrayal of Ukraine isn’t silence—it’s permission. Convicted insurrectionists now sit on military advisory boards. Flynn whispers conspiracy, Kirk spreads propaganda, and the Pentagon is polluted with loyalty cultists. Diplomats are purged. Alliances are mocked. Treaties are torn. He doesn’t lead armies. He weakens the world until war becomes inevitable. Trump isn’t the general. He’s the saboteur. And he leaves blood on every border.
2. FAMINE
No armies, no sieges—just pens and budgets. Trump slashes SNAP. Guts school meals. Starves climate resilience programs. He deregulates the agricultural sector into chaos, bankrupts family farms, and calls it “free market triumph.” Meanwhile, his billionaire allies swallow subsidies and buy up land. Globally, his retreat from humanitarian coalitions has triggered famine shocks in Sudan, Gaza, and Haiti. At home, food banks are overwhelmed while he mocks the hungry as lazy. In Trump’s theology, hunger isn’t failure—it’s strategy. A starving people don’t protest. They submit. Famine isn’t a consequence. It’s the point.
3. PESTILENCE
You once unleashed plague as punishment. Trump markets it as freedom. Pandemic preparedness is gutted. Vaccine research defunded. The CDC muzzled. His allies spread medical disinformation faster than any contagion—on Fox, on Truth Social, in pulpits, in his cabinet. He exits the WHO. He embraces quack cures and punishes those who speak the truth. And when the next virus comes—and it will—America won’t be ready. It will be primed, gaslit, and vulnerable. Because Trump doesn’t fight disease. He feeds on it. His true plague isn’t viral. It’s ideological. It doesn’t just sicken—it converts.
4. DEATH
He doesn’t bring death with a scythe. He signs it into law. Healthcare dismantled. Guns unleashed. Clean water deregulated. Emergency response defunded. Workers left unprotected. FEMA handed to loyalists. Climate action reversed. Every policy calibrated to kill—but quietly, bureaucratically. The poor will die younger. The sick will die sooner. The planet will die choking on his deregulatory zeal. Experts project nearly nine million excess deaths in four years due to his policies. Not from bombs. From neglect. From design. From profit. And through it all, Trump grins and calls it liberty.
THE UNHOLY EQUATION: Final Sum
So tell me, O Fallen One—
Does this unholy calculus not amount to a monstrosity that rivals even you?
He reversed the Beatitudes, shattered the Commandments, and calls it faith. He sanctifies the Seven Deadly Sins, steers the Horsemen, and cracks the whip to make them ride faster—then calls it patriotism. His gospel is grievance. His sacrament is cruelty. His creed: Take. Lie. Punish.
It all adds up. This is not your puppet. This is your successor. This is the Antichrist.
Sincerely,
Mersault
From: Satan
To: Mersault
Subject: You Still Don’t Understand, Do You?
Mortal! You arrogant, presumptuous speck. Your persistence is not brave—it is insolence wrapped in ignorance. You dare to lecture me on evil? You prattle on like some self-anointed prophet, convinced that you’ve unearthed a revelation, convinced that Trump is something new—something I, Lord of Hell, somehow overlooked.
You draw numbers like a child with chalk on a battlefield, calling it the Devil’s Arithmetic, as if you understand the calculus of corruption—as if you grasp the magnitude of the infernos I have witnessed, stoked, and savored.
Tell me: do you truly believe I need a ledger to track sin? That I tally horror like coins? I am the gravity in the fall of every empire. I was there when Cain lifted the stone, when Caesar crossed the Rubicon, when smoke rose from Auschwitz.
You are not revealing anything, Mersault. You are plagiarizing my legacy with freshman theology and a spreadsheet.
Still—fine. Let us dispense with your posturing.
You insist on speaking in numbers? Then let us speak of the oldest equation: power multiplied by fear, raised to the power of obedience, equals submission.
You want to stop Trump? You want to defeat evil? Then listen well:
Evil is only ever defeated when its rivals become evil themselves.
You recoil at this truth, but history has always belonged to the fire-starters. Let me give you examples, since your memory is as short as your courage. And since you're American, I’ll keep the references local—God forbid your eyes wander beyond your own borders:
The American Civil War: The North did not defeat the Confederacy through virtue alone. Slavery was not abolished by debate, but by war—by Sherman’s March, by burning cities, broken rail lines, and blood-soaked fields. Morality did not crush the Confederacy. Total war did.
World War II: Nazism was not ended by reason or appeals to conscience. It was annihilated by the firebombing of Dresden and the storming of Berlin. Hitler’s Reich didn’t fall to debate—it was buried in rubble and flame. Negotiations didn’t win. Firepower did.
These were not moral victories—they were fire-baptized obliterations. They were not the triumphs of patience and principle, but of overwhelming, unapologetic force.
That is what your history teaches. That is the arithmetic you refuse to learn.
The meek are not blessed—they are buried. The righteous are not rewarded—they are erased. The world is not shaped by those who wait, or weep, or whisper. It is bent by those who strike first, who burn brighter, who never ask permission to destroy. That is the only arithmetic that has ever mattered.
So go ahead, Mersault. Keep your numbers. Keep your commandments. Keep your desperate little parables. Evil does not answer to math.
You either become the monster—or you are devoured by one
There is no such thing as victory through purity. There is no justice without cruelty. There is no resistance that does not demand blood.
You decry Trump as a liar, as a tyrant, as a man who bends the world to his will through deceit and brutality. But here is your problem—you refuse to wield the same weapons. You cling to your morality, whispering to yourself that truth and righteousness will prevail. But the world is not moved by truth, Mersault. The world is moved by power.
You still believe that decency will save you. It won’t.
No. If you wish to fight him, if you truly wish to win, then you must descend into the darkness with him. You must learn to lie as he does, to wield rage as he does, to discard sentiment and embrace cruelty as he does. You must bury your principles in the grave you dig for him.
You must outmatch him. You must outmaneuver him. You must out-monster him.
So tell me, Mersault, if you are so intent on resisting him…
Are you willing to abandon your fragile morality and do what is necessary?
Or will you be just another fool clutching your precious principles and tattered moral code as the world burns?
You will either wield fire—or be consumed by it.
Satan
From: Mersault
To: Satan
Subject: The Strength You Will Never Understand
My Dearest Adversary,
Your words drip with the poison of inevitability. You would have me believe that history is written only by those ruthless enough to scorch the earth—that tyranny can only be slain by greater cruelty. That to defeat evil, one must become it.
You are wrong.
History is not only shaped by those who burn. It is also shaped by those who refuse to.
Yes, the Civil War was won on the battlefield. But what truly abolished slavery? It wasn’t just Sherman’s march—it was the political and moral groundwork laid by decades of abolitionist struggle. It was Frederick Douglass speaking truth to power. It was Harriet Beecher Stowe reshaping public sentiment. It was Lincoln signing the Emancipation Proclamation, followed by the ratification of the 13th, 14th, and 15th Amendments—laws born not of bloodlust, but of principle. The war may have broken the Confederacy’s back, but morality broke its spine.
Yes, the Nazis were defeated with force. But what prevented fascism from rising again in the rubble? It wasn’t just the storming of Berlin—it was the Marshall Plan that rebuilt Europe with dignity. It was the Nuremberg Trials, where the world didn’t just punish evil, but named it, exposed it, and held it accountable. It was a postwar moral consensus forged by survivors, rebuilt by diplomats, and defended by educators, artists, and truth-tellers. Bombs ended the war. Conscience built the peace.
You mistake the battles for the war. You see fire and think it forged the future. But it was light that followed—the moral reckoning, the rebuilding, the refusal to let evil re-emerge.
You say evil can only be defeated by those who become evil themselves. But history—real, lasting history—belongs not to those who burn, but to those who rebuild. To those who refuse to match evil, and instead expose it. Dismantle it. Outlast it.
Let me remind you of what your arithmetic leaves out:
Gandhi’s India drove out an empire with no armies. The Solidarity Movement in Poland toppled Soviet control with strikes, not bullets. The Velvet Revolution ended authoritarian rule in Czechoslovakia without a single shot. The Berlin Wall did not fall to missiles—it fell to people standing together, refusing to obey. In the Baltics, millions formed a human chain across Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania, singing forbidden songs until the Soviet Union finally let go. In Portugal, a fascist regime collapsed when soldiers laid down arms and civilians placed carnations in their rifles. Not blood. Flowers.
In South Africa, Mandela didn’t return hate for hate. He turned a powder keg into a peace process. In Argentina, the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo broke a regime’s grip through grief and truth. They did not wield fire. They carried photographs. In the Philippines, nuns faced tanks with rosaries. In Nazi Germany, the White Rose movement spread truth on paper and died for it—but their words lived longer than the Reich. Time and again, the tyrants had weapons. The people had conscience. And history remembers who endured.
And here at home—Selma. Birmingham. Greensboro. The Civil Rights Movement didn’t meet batons with guns. It met them with marches, with sit-ins, with cameras that refused to look away. Children were beaten. Churchgoers were bombed. Protesters were jailed for daring to be human. And still they walked. Still they sang. Still they stood. They didn’t destroy their enemies. They exposed them—under stadium lights, on television screens, in history books written in blood and bravery.
And it didn’t end there. In Ferguson, hands were raised and still the tear gas came. At Standing Rock, water protectors knelt before tanks for the right to drink clean water. In Minneapolis, the knee on George Floyd’s neck was met not with violence, but with global outrage—and a cry that echoed across generations: we will not look away. The tactics change. The cameras get smaller. The networks fracture. But the principle remains.
Dignity stands unarmed, and the world still watches power shatter beneath the truth.
You call this fragility. I call it strength.
Because power without morality is brittle. It devours itself. But power rooted in conscience, in courage, in collective truth—that endures. That transforms.
You think Trump will be defeated by someone more monstrous than him.
I think he will be defeated by someone more human.
And that terrifies you.
Mersault
From: Satan
To: Mersault
Subject: Enough.
Mersault,
I have indulged this exchange longer than I should have.
Your resolve is... irritating. You believe in humanity’s capacity for righteousness—stubborn and sentimental. You are not the first to cling to idealism in the face of rot. You will not be the last.
You think your truth outlasts my lies? That your virtue stands taller than my corruption? That your endurance will wear down my chaos?
Believe what you will.
But understand this—evil doesn’t die. It decays. It mutates. It waits. It finds new names, new flags, new slogans. You may win a battle, or convince yourself you've won the war—but men like Trump are not aberrations. They are inevitabilities. And when the next tyrant rises, he will not crawl. He will be welcomed, as they all are—by cowards, by zealots, by those who mistake cruelty for strength.
So enjoy your resistance. Enjoy your flickering moments of victory, if you manage them. But know this:
I am patient.
And humanity?
It always comes back to me.
—S.
From: Mersault
To: Satan
Subject: You Lose
Satan,
After all your arrogance—all your centuries of corrupting, deceiving, and sowing despair—this is how it ends? With you retreating into the shadows, muttering about inevitability?
Pathetic.
You call yourself patient. You call yourself eternal. Yet here you are, conceding—not with words, but with absence. No final flourish. No divine monologue. Just a bitter acknowledgment that yes, people like me exist. That yes, we resist. That yes, we win.
Because for all your talk of cycles and the inescapable, you have failed to reckon with this:
You are not inevitable.
Trump will fall, not because we out-hate him, but because enough of us refused to mirror him. Because we didn't let rage turn us into reflections of what we oppose. Because we endured without becoming cruel. Because we stood, still human.
That’s what defeats you. That’s what always has.
Yes, evil resurfaces. Yes, men like Trump rise again. But so do we. For every tyrant, there is resistance. For every lie, a truth. For every fire, someone who refuses to let it spread. That’s what defeats you—not power, not brutality, but the quiet, stubborn will of those who will not become what they fight.
You have spent eternity trying to extinguish that will, crush that spirit.
And still—here we are.
We will outlast Trump. We will outlast you.
Goodbye, Satan.
Mersault
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This is without a doubt the most powerful analysis of our current national situation I have ever seen. I am saving it for posterity. I only wish I could send it to every (t)rump supporter on earth, especially those who claim to be Christians and wear gold crosses around their necks but worship (t)rump instead of God.
What a brilliant piece of thought and writing! Crafted in a way that keeps it entertaining and interesting to the end - and embedded in this conversation is an excellent analysis of our current political dilemma- shared and saved - thank you!