Donnie-boy is like a bull in a china shop. There’s no telling how much damage he will end up doing. All that can be said is that if someone doesn’t find a rope and lasso him away or come up with a manner to administer a tranquilizer, you might as well kiss the whole damn enterprise goodbye. Every day that passes, the bull shatters something precious and fine. Yesterday it was the Queen Anne tea cups. Today, the saucers. Tomorrow it’ll probably be the pudding bowls. There appears no end in sight to the ruin. Damn bull.
Trump’s like a bull in a china shop