In a twist that is quite profound the white house entertainer is naked as a jaybird as are all his adoring worshippers, toady sycophants and lemmings who are terrified of him. They all preen and strut about as if they are wearing fine raiments that sparkle. In fact we see the flesh and the fat and the wrinkles and the bemishes they try to hide. They do provide entertainment of a sort though it is quite disgusting to see them as they really are.
Now here's the thing. Is it better for them to continue believing they are clothed or would learning they aren't do them a great service?
Meanwhile watch the show. They are all absurd in their seriousity. Should we tell them?
Leave well enough alone. Let them be.
