What else do you see on the walls besides the great Dr. Trump? Nothing. That’s right. It’s a gallery of empty walls and empty frames. People are looking around, examining the work. There’s only one guy looking at the portrait of our 45th President. There is a sad, scary clown, in the adjacent gallery. Clowns and nothing. It’s all there.

While we seek mirth and beauty and music, light and gay
There are frail forms fainting at the door
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh, hard times, come again no more