Imagine being the demon that Kissinger sold his soul to. You walk around in a skin suit for decades, maximizing death and suffering all over the world. Then, you get a colossal, global prize that says peace on it.
He’s not buying a drink in hell for the rest of his demon life.
Imagine being the demon that Kissinger sold his soul to. You walk around in a skin suit for decades, maximizing death and suffering all over the world. Then, you get a colossal, global prize that says peace on it.
He’s not buying a drink in hell for the rest of his demon life.