BEHOLD, TRUMP TOWER HAS RISEN IN DAMASCUS

CAN I GET AN AMEN? Brothers and sisters, I come before you today with a revelation from the holy heat of the desert! Yea, in Damascus � land of prophets and problematic zoning laws � hath appeared a golden tower, a mighty gleaming structure they call �Trump Tower in Damascus.� And I say unto thee: it is tall, it is shiny, it is suspiciously funded. The ribbon-cutting was a spectacle of false idols: camels in neckties, ambassadors clapping off-beat, and a drone choir singing �Make Peace Great Again.� Within this shrine of selfies lies a spa of false serenity, a gallery of treaties that never got signed, and an elevator that doth ascend like pride before the fall. The local folk cried out, �Does this tower bring salvation?� and the officials responded, �It brings valet parking.� But lo! The spirit of discernment compels me to ask: is this diplomacy, or just a tower of Babel with a gift shop? I declare, the marble may be strong, but the moral foundation is sand! Beware the gilded path, children � for not all that glitters is godly. Amen, amen, and may your Wi-Fi be stronger than their ethics!