My fellow Americans are delighted to discover a new pervert inside the one that rules us. Wow! It's the matryoshka egg of memory! You open it and there is an old Trump inside it grabbing women by their genitals. You open that and there is another Trump assaulting women in the bathrooms of department stores. You open that egg and there is a Trump flying to an island with a trafficker in little girls. Open that egg and you'll find another Trump writing sweet notes to his carousing buddy. You can keep opening the matryoshka egg all the way to a tiny homunculus swimming in severe amniotic fluid. There are probably a myriad of trumps in the tinier eggs inside eggs, but our imagination fails.
The matryoshka egg is the favorite toy of the Russian people. Melania played with one until she found just the gold pervert inside. I bought one myself just after communism fell: inside, there was Gorbachov, Andropov, Brezhnev, Stalin, Lenin, each one smaller than the other until the last one, a grain of rice rolling out of a dead mujik.
The new American matryoshka Trump egg is distinguished from its Russian kin by a great improvement: amnesia! We are surprised every time we open the egg by the new pervert, because we forgot the old one. Every Trump inside the other trumps is new to us because we don't remember them. We thank Melania and Google for the gift of a new pastime. Hurry up and get a Trumpyoshka™. At 100% tariffs you might not be able to afford one.
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