Donald Trump is a flying monkey. Except that what the flying monkeys have to say—”oreoreoreo”—makes more sense than Trump’s pronouncements. Better the she-ape of neo-Marxism than the flying monkeys’ king on his 757, going to and fro in the earth, with gold-plated seat belt buckles, talking nativist, isolationist, mercantilist, bigoted, rude, vulgar, and obscene crap. Better the devil you know than the devil who knows nothing. A devil who can’t even figure out where the gates of hell are, and they’ve got his name right on them at Trump Tower.
