I have been sitting here, drinking away the lunch hour(s), trying to figure out a way to encapsulate the hogpile of fuckery that has involved the Trump administration just in the last few days.

I’ve thought about metaphors, like say Donald Trump is pretty much a guy who likes to fuck sheep but he’s always just lived on a small farm with only a couple of sheep in the barn for him to fuck, but then, all of a sudden, someone mistakes his fucking of sheep for being a really good shepherd and he’s hired to take care of a giant flock which for him is like fuck paradise and now he’s fucking all the sheep he can, fucking them every which way, in their sheep asses, in their sheep pussies, in their sheep ears, sometimes just rubbing his dick on the fleece on their bodies until he orgasms, and no one’s stopping him, no matter how much people point over the fence and say, “He’s fucking the sheep, sweet Jesus. He’s fucking the sheep,” but no one who could stop him from sheep-fucking is going to stop him, and, horrible as it is, you can’t look away because there’s a fat old man fucking sheep.

But I didn’t feel like that metaphor captured the nuances of the situation.