Trump has provided a treasure trove for artists to come

Authors, play writers, screen writers, poets, of the future can all rejoice in the boundless gift he's given them. I'd love to be around to see the musical, "A Pig Named Donald," or perhaps even an opera, "Un Turd Arancione" (an orange turd).

The performing arts will dissect this man like few others in history. Imagine if Shakespeare were still around. He's written of mad kings, but this one would break the mold. "The Clueless One: A Comedy in Five Acts." And I guess even a ballet is possible. "Swamp Lake?"

In moments like this I wish I could believe in some sort of afterlife. Imagine the horrible creature having to see himself vilified, laughed at, disparaged, and subjected to an autopsy of every piece of his miserable existence. If there is any justice in the universe, Trump would have to suffer, watching himself shredded throughout eternity.

But back to reality. Right now, it's all the rest of us who are suffering because of his existence.