however the poetic justice in all of this is that Obama and the Left's delusional godless Utopian agenda and visions are heading the world straight into the Day of the Lord with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to greet them, Schurtenberger, my little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near between the woods and frozen lake, ora pro nobis, according to the multitude of Your tender mercies, blot out my transgressions,