I am reminded of this future event, the present “mood.”
It’s not the demise of God’s prophets, not even close. But it is the merrymaking over the destruction of someone, so they think, and of all who they attach to him.
Of course–it’s all about peace, love and understanding. Free at last. The Wicked Witch is dead, ding dong.
It’s the merrymaking of hate. And I can feel it directed toward me.