We're nearing the end of Trump's Fat Elvis Phase, to be followed by death and deification. Maybe Trump will die on the toilet, a fitting end, and the King will meet the King.
No disrespect to Elvis. He mainlined black music in America, a force for good if it was sad it was needed. Elvis in the afterlife is still a thing, sightings, apparitions and shit.
Trump is something else. He must be reviled in memoriam and his evil works undone. A monstrous monument, an arch, is coming. Trump is trying to stick us with him.
Velvet Trumps will capture the tastelessness. All else must go, his presidencies declared illegitimate. Everything undone that can be, and Trump not revered but reviled.
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