Tarzan-sans

Get ready for the loin-cloths. Trump's, of course, will be shiny-gold and snazzy as hell and encrusted with jewels and have his name on it, front and back. These white guys were parachuted in among the heathen as infants and, of course, their genetic excellence and superiority are now manifest and they are swinging through the trees while the rest of us dance around a fire chanting gibberish and living in the sub-prime squalor we deserve.

Thank God for those white men, in the forest canopy above, giving us a glimpse of their goodness as we see them from the depths of our inferiority, looking up into their furry... Oh, shit! TM-something! And, you know, I've got a bunch of earthy friends down here, in the forest-slums and, well.... You can't help but notice. No wonder Trump and his team are greasing the trees. The last thing they want is to have to compete with us.