What Stinks

 Okay. That lasted a little less than a week. I have come to realize that I am simply not strong enough to ignore the chaos that swirls around me every single day. It is one thing to avoid low-hanging fruit, but another when that fruit continues to drop into your lap and onto your head with a frequency comparable to your respiration rate. 

The former game show host is currently selling cologne. The adjudicated rapist is no stranger to the fragrance market, having Unleashed his Fight Fight Fight scent back in December, and before that in 2004 he had a bottle of stink called Donald Trump The Fragrence on the market. The most recent addition to this line is called Victory 45-47, and it comes in a gold bottle that shaped like an action figure of the twice-impeached convicted felon. Since his daily activity is best described as stomping about and yelling at people, you're not getting a lot of "action" here. 

Which brings me to the point I feel I need to make. The "president" has made a point of how he is willing to forego his salary for ignoring the rule of law and thumbing his nose at the Constitution. That gig is just the front for his continued stream of side-hustles that circle around his stock in a company cleverly named Trump Media. All those forays into selling sneakers and phones, always with his predilection toward gold-plating things, are what he does to keep his other empire alive while he does his best to pad his nest in the Oval Office. If you believe that a sitting American President needs to take time out of his busy day to sell perfume, then maybe you haven't been keeping track of current events. 

And, if you are so inclined, you can feel free to take this opportunity to imagine what this eau de toilette smells like. I would imagine something along the lines of the cushion of the seat on his golf cart after nine holes. Or maybe the faint whiff of bathroom trouble. Perhaps it''s reminiscent of the smell of lubricant that should have been used to grease the treads of the tanks in his birthday parade. Some might suggest that they smell like napalm in the morning, which given the Dear Leader's fascination with bombs might make sense. 

Now I would like to insert my own feelings about cologne in general. I am not a fan. This additional aroma layered on top of our human stink is there to distract and confuse us. Some people are good at wearing just a hint of something to catch our olfactory senses off guard. I am not guessing that is what your average MAGAt will be doing with this junk, slathering it on in hopes of smelling like their cult leader. 

You can't cover up stupid.