The proponents of the coming of the antichrist where simply on the wrong track.
For starters, they were all expecting a man. Of course, that was never going to work. Some demonic figure in the guise of an upstanding citizen? I don’t think so. If ‘Old Nick’ wanted to come into the world to truly screw things up, after biding his time for so long, he’d certainly be far more cunning than that. And that’s how it happened, totally unnoticed, several years back, in a disused warehouse.
Nobody knows how it actually came about. Was it some stray animal that gave it birth? Was it some unseen fermentation of molecules, or a mere buzzing of atoms? Who knows? But the result, in that dingy corner of a deserted building that no one had visited for years, the result… another immaculate conception. An infant girl, born, who knows how? Laying on a pile of discarded sacks. The details of it are irrelevant, considering what was to come.
Now, a girl, not twenty, undernourished and in poor health, she begs on the streets. She wanders, as if aimlessly, but this is not the case.
The poet, Yeats, writing about such an event said that something slouches towards Bethlehem. But now, in this case, this vagrant, in filthy tattered rags, travels slowly, with undetected determination, towards the White House.