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Divine Intervention" I was having a bad weekend. The effects of my chemotherapy kicked in and it rendered me useless. I could not get out of bed. Eventually I dragged myself out of bed and out to our backyard patio. Tina was there with our son. She had her laptop and was (as usual) perusing news stories. I told her she could forget about me drawing anything any time soon. Suddenly the news dropped. There had been gunfire at Trump’s rally in Pennsylvania. My chemo-addled stomach churned further. My immediate reaction was “NO!” Then I saw Trump had been hit in the head and dropped. I felt like dropping too. A nightmare! I suddenly thought of JFK’s assassination. I heard the bad news at school—I was six years old. Then a bloodied Trump miraculously rose to his feet. He had his fist raised and shouted “Fight!” Then I thought, “Trump just won the election.” His bravery and his America-first love of his country were on display for all to see. Trump was incredibly lucky. Had he not turned his head toward the right in that precise moment, he would have been a dead man. An angel must have been watching over him. So that’s what I have drawn here. Now we need to figure out why the Secret Service missed such an obvious setup for an assassin. Something is very fishy, and it smells like the Deep State Swamp. —Ben Garrison