The wheels on the bus go ‘round and ‘round, ‘round and ‘round, ‘round and ‘round, The wheels on the bus go ‘round and ‘round, Bump, bump, bump, bump, gone!

“They” are obviously throwing Cuomo under the bus. He has become an optical liability. There is no saving him at this point, so under the wheels he goes with the news media paying selective attention to his sexual indiscretions (while still ignoring his heartless murder of countless New York grannies). I can see him trying to hop onto the sidewalk, nipple rings a-clinking, but it won’t help him. The bus driver is on a mission.

I do not pity this man. Nor do I pity the lowly minions doing the driver’s bidding, the stupid fools who cannot not seem to grasp the fact that they are not loved. They are just as expendable as a person with Cuomo’s level of influence, if not more so. The ones who have run the world look upon them with the same contempt they have for us. To them the other people sharing the earth are just cattle whose only purpose is to serve them. The minions are favored for a time because they are useful, but the bus will come for them, too, if they but step out of line for a moment or lose their usefulness.

Busses are interesting things to watch. They tell us who has fallen out of favor with the ruling elite, but soon we will see them no more. Like the first day of summer break they will all disappear from the roads—all except for one. There is something else operating against these evil people that was outside their calculations. It affects them from the least to the greatest, and it is something they can neither control nor turn back through any power or wisdom they think they possess. They have sensed it in the wind in whispers of doom that grow louder each day, and they are desperately trying to save what they can, exhausting the tricks they have left in the bag without realizing it is already too late.

Another bus has left the parking lot, and it is not one of theirs. It chugs down the avenue like a juggernaut, relentless, unstoppable in its mission to find the liars, the tormentors, and the murderers, and they will not escape. They have crushed the innocent without mercy and have enriched themselves without any regard for the lives that were destroyed by their schemes for personal profit. They sought to control literally everything, but in the end they will control nothing. This new bus will roll through brick and steel to bring them to justice because the driver is the Source of Life Who sees all, and no obstacle can stop Him. He knows the abominable secrets they hide from the public, and He will roll over them like a monster truck destroying a prius.

Pride and arrogance has made them blind. Never in their darkest dreams did they imagine that the blood they shed would continually cry out to heaven against them, pleading for justice even as it gruesomely clung to their hands, but it has, and its cry has been heard. No longer must we hope that justice will begin tomorrow, for the day of their recompense has arrived. The bus of Heaven is already on the road, and its wheels are made of living fire.