"Welcome to Donald Trump's Big Dumb Fourth of July Festival of Narcicissim. A Real Show of FARCE" (caps are mine). You betchure arse, right? To farce or not to farce? That is the question. Neither a farceur nor a farcer be. To farce is human. To farceur is divine. A farce in time saves nine. The quality of farcity is divine. How do I farce thee? Let me count the ways.
