In my vision she’s leading an LGB-drop-the-T pride parade as the parade’s Grand Marshall. At some pivotal moment she gives a grand speech, ending with phrase, “and thank you to the LGB community!” Immediately after, a deafening sound of thunder echoes across the square, and all is obscured by a blinding flash of light. As the crowd’s eyes adjust, they see a sight before them. JK Rowling, the author of Harry Potter and arch-demon to the trans community worldwide, is dead on her feet, struck down by lightning as if by the wrath of an angry God.
Sometimes you just have to go with the classics. And nothing quite says “wrath of God” like a literal lightning strike.
In my vision she’s leading an LGB-drop-the-T pride parade as the parade’s Grand Marshall. At some pivotal moment she gives a grand speech, ending with phrase, “and thank you to the LGB community!” Immediately after, a deafening sound of thunder echoes across the square, and all is obscured by a blinding flash of light. As the crowd’s eyes adjust, they see a sight before them. JK Rowling, the author of Harry Potter and arch-demon to the trans community worldwide, is dead on her feet, struck down by lightning as if by the wrath of an angry God.
Sometimes you just have to go with the classics. And nothing quite says “wrath of God” like a literal lightning strike.