It is a desolate, moonless night on the Mississippi delta. There’s nothing there at the intersection of Highways 61 and 49, just outside of Clarksdale. Eerily silent, only the sound of your own tinnitus. Just before midnight, a long black limousine quietly rolls up. A door opens from the back and a lone, burly figure … Continue reading The devil and Donald Trump
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