Nobody could have predicted Trump’s rise…nobody except Nostradamus, of course.
“The great shameless, audacious bawler,He will be elected governor of the army.” Hey, that sounds familiar.
“The boldness of his contention,The bridge broken, the city faint from fear.”
“Wall, sex, temple and virgin violated, Through sword, fire, plague, cannon people will die.”
Nostradamus doesn’t get around to telling us whether or not Mexico pays for said wall.
We wouldn’t read too much into it. Still, though, the coincidences are pretty remarkable, and if you’re into Nostradamus, they’re pretty hard to ignore.