"Grandma, were you alive when Donald Trump was President?"
"No, honey, I wasn't, but your great grandparents told me that it was a very awful time, and many people were sad."
"Why were they so sad?"
"They were sad because Donald Trump always lied, but the people who liked him believed what he had to say. "
"What kind of lies did he tell, Grandma?"
"Honey, he lied about everything. If he ate a peach pie he said it was a hamburger; he said that up was down and left was right. He wanted everyone to love him, too, but he wasn't very nice to anyone.
"What else, Grandma?"
"He thought that only white people should live in America, and he tried to prevent people from other countries to come in, believing that if they didn't speak English before they came they shouldn't be allowed to come at all. He thought it was funny when people who had lived here for many years and had even served in the Army should be sent back to their native countries. He believed that he would be able to beat up all the bad guys in thirty days, but he never even tried because he was a coward; he said it would be very easy to make it possible for everyone to see a doctor, but he didn't do that, either. He loved being rich. He hired people around him to destroy the country just to make themselves rich, too. He was married to a very pretty woman, but he loved money much more than he loved her. And he loved golf just as much as he loved money."
"How did he go away, Grandma?"
"He told all the people who liked him that day was night and night was day, so they drove in their cars all day with their headlights on, and believing that night was day, they turned off their headlights at night. Thousands of them drove into telephone poles, and that helped both the auto and funeral business, which got the country back on track."
"But what about President Trump?"
"Honey, he started believing his own lies. He said, 'I can fly', so he jumped off one of his hotels, planning to fly to Mar a Lago, but his made-in-Vietnam sports coat got caught on the big "T" of his hotel, and there he is to this day swinging in the wind on the 45th floor of his hotel in Chicago."