Trump has overcome the decadence of the world’s elite, eating the plain food of the commoner in the midst of a luxurious White House. Here is a man of the people. Here is a man who could rebuild Rome. Trump diligently defends his post, working tirelessly, not for himself, for he shall soon perish, but for posterity, while the bloated buffoons, the Democrats, sip Mimosas in a tropical utopia, engaging in riotous orgies and child sacrifice meantime. By this event, Trump signals his moral fiber, his noble character–this is a man who would go down with his ship. This is a man who would fight to the bitter end for truth, for justice, for right and good. Balking the luxuries of the world, he settles for the laborer’s gruel, the working man’s meal, the soldiers rations, the prisoner’s mush. Here is a man who has overcome the pleasures of the flesh, humbling himself before all, opening his house to the unwashed masses like a saint! This leader, this hero–he is committed to propriety and order. The meek-hearted, toiling day after day in their labors while the politicians and celebrities gorge themselves on earthly luxuries, will see, and a tearful compunction will overtake their hearts, as a song, pure and true, begins to stir in their bosom. The American dream–the dream of freedom, of prosperity, and selfless toil–yea, this mighty flame will burn once more in the hearts of the multitudes, and the brilliance of our ancestral spirit will shine once more. Join me friends in a toast! To the humble! To the brave! To the unpretentious! For glory! For Rome!
