I think of this passage from Ezekiel 28 every now and then as I contemplate the end of the hubris, the overweening pride, the arrogance of The Obamassiah:
2Ezekiel, son of man, tell the king of Tyre that I am saying: You are so arrogant that you think you’re a god and that the city of Tyre is your throne. You may claim to be a god, though you’re nothing but a mere human. 3You think you’re wiser than Daniel and know everything. 4Your wisdom has certainly made you rich, because you have storehouses filled with gold and silver. 5You’re a clever businessman and are extremely wealthy, but your wealth has led to arrogance!
6You compared yourself to a god, so now I, the LORD God, 7will make you the victim of cruel enemies. They will destroy all the possessions you’ve worked so hard to get. 8Your enemies will brutally kill you, and the sea will be your only grave.
9When you face your enemies, will you still claim to be a god? They will attack, and you will suffer like any other human.
I think on it, know I can have little (or no) effect upon The Ø’s fate and feel… not satisfaction (for who could wish such a fate on even such a sad sack of sh#t?) but resignation, I suppose. Better an extended counseling session with Dr. Tarr and Mr. Fether resulting in a “Damascus Road experience” than the ultimate fate eternity has for such a one as The Ø.
OK, technically The Ø did not himself compare himself to God, but his coy silence in the face of those who have done so combined with his plain arrogance is effectively the same thing.
You’re right, he didn’t compare himself to God. But you can just tell, he does think that highly of himself.