They can't *all" deserve saving.

Andrew Sullivan argues in New York Magazine that Donald Trump is no Christian.

He's pre-Christian, a pagan living in a void. But if the Christians turned up in the neighborhood, he'd want to be their landlord leader:

If Trump were to issue his own set of beatitudes, they would have to be something like this: 

Blessed are the winners: for theirs is the kingdom of Earth.
Blessed are the healthy: for they will pay lower premiums.
Blessed are the rich: for they will inherit what’s left of the earth, tax-free.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for oil and coal: for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciless: for they are so, so strong.
Blessed are the liars: for they will get away with it.
Blessed are the war-makers: for they will be called very, very smart.
Blessed are those who support you regardless: for theirs is the Electoral College.
Blessed are you when others revile you and investigate you and utter all kinds of fake news about you. Rejoice and be glad, for the failing press is dying.