Sad day for the Ur-clown.
All the old gags stopped working and the Big Top has left town without him.
There is no lying his way out of this.
There is no threatening his way out of this.
There is no bribing his way out of this.
Trumpy's bag of time tested tricks is empty.
Oh, sure, he still has his die hard fans.
But let's face it, they're so easily entertained, so relentlessly stupid, so morally challenged, they'll be frothing at the mouth and laughing at Trumpy's tired act until the graveyard dirt is shoveled onto them.
Of course, he can always send out his fellow clown Rudy G., who, incidentally, is a dead ringer for the murderous baboon in Ad Astra.
Unfortunately, Rudy's act is just as lame as Trumpy's.
And many of his clown cohort have already fled the SS Trumpy, which is taking on water at an alarming rate. I could say something about rats leaving a sinking ship, but that wouldn't be fair to rats.
No, no matter what Trumpy tries, for the majority of us, Trumpy Time Is Over.
So, R.I.P. Trumpy.
Which in this particular case means Rest In Prison.
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