I've argued before, Donald should be made a dame. He aspires to royalty -- being declared better by blood -- but he's such a whiner, a princess, and a drama queen or debutante. I say dame. Maybe he envied the beauty contestant candidates he once inappropriately barged in on all the finery and fuss.
Who knows.
But I think we're owed a staircase, at least. He's running again! Another escalator entry or grand descent is needed! Ideally in a dress. Donald in drag. He's got the do. That should light up the radical web and DeSantisland which is what it's about anyway, right? Attention and money-making and drama.
Who will present him? Mitch? Donald's the Republican gift to the world. The most inappropriate person possible for the job which he had and aspires to again. An ornament, he is. To waste and privilege. Waste is the surest sign you've made it. Doll him up like a southern belle. Showcase his uselessness.
Picture him eating a donut and ogling the window at Tiffany's, after a night on the town out grifting. Under all the makeup is this ruthlessness. Nothing but ruthlessness and ambition. Still. Because he knows he hasn't made it. Because he's an ass. Somewhere in his brainstem he knows he's an ass.
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