The Orange One

The Orange One and the third wife... fourth wife? Ivanka? Ivana? Did he marry his daughter? Which one is which? Do his children have small hands too? (his son's share a chin, by the look of them)... Oh, who can keep track. Actually, considering the old lying reprobate is 72 and he has 4 years to put in as grand poo-bah, (assassination, impeachment, humiliation on the world stage withstanding) he's not going to get a replacement trophy wife any time soon, one would think... but I digress... danced to "My Way" (yes, the song most likely to get you murdered at a karaoke bar) at his colourless, devoid of celebrity, (Kanye West turned it down and he'd perform at the opening of a wound) Irish Hoe down, from all accounts (not that there is anything wrong with that) and while Nancy Sinatra pointed out that her dear old dad would never approve of someone of the Orange One's ilk using his song, she did laugh and say, "It is quite funny, if you think of the first few lines of the song." We are all now hoping that, if anything, it is prophetic for Tiny Hands (as he wipes conservative politics off the political map like a dirty arse) and not prophetic for the world.