The ivory tower continues albeit gray, existence is dubious so they say, Oprah is waiting in the wings or rather maybe even with them. Let's build a wall, we won't give a shit at all, then Mehico, it's your goddamn call, I had Kim over today - asshole, must have come from one of those places that I called a shithole. I won't let anyone else in - see, because we don't want any more - do we? terrorists will be castrated and hung on my gates, reminds me I must increase your rates. Don't like name tags - changing the 'Oral Office,' since Monica left from under my table.