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Our Rumply President is said to be interested in riding in a carriage when he visits England.  England, as you know, is removing itself from Europe, and wants to snuggle up to its former colonies, and President Trump, who said NATO was obsolete, until he said it wasn't, anymore, is trying to save petroleum.  And the English are used to picking up behind horses, so it may be a go.

It has nothing to do with gold trim, but that said, the President's official car is pretty black, and black is not the new orange.

I dare say that if we can eliminate the budget for the arts, and if we are willing to settle for a simpler, across-the-board, bare minimum health care plan, and if we take what is left of the public school budget, we could gussy up the President's plain black car with some gold, here and there, maybe even attach a team of horses now-and-then while in town, and not feel so dad-gummed plain, as Mike Pence might say if it were not so plain what he is thinking instead, and dumbing it down.

If, and this is just and if, President Trump can persuade the frugal Brits to let him ride in style, think of what that might lead to.  President Trump in a troika!  Oh, wait a minute.  Maybe not.

When Rigoberta Menchu won a Nobel Peace Prize in 1992, she asked the Norwegians to take her far north to visit the Sami people, and they took her for a sled ride behind a reindeer.  Newspapers showed her flipped onto her back, hanging on for dear life--or shall I say deer life.

None of us wants to see Our Rumply President from that angle.  Do we?

A gilded carriage ride in London might lead, not only to a troika or a reindeer sled, but to . . . to an elephant in Thailand, for instance.  Imagine what Saturday Night Live might do to that.

However, if we can build Japanese and German cars in this country, why can we not build gilded carriages here, too.  It is high time.

Richard Nixon, while he was still able to stay in office, once put his Secret Service guards in uniforms from The Student Prince, or the Rialto Theatre, or somewhere.

The uniforms didn't last long.  Scorn is not easily put on parade.  The uniforms eventually made their way to the Southern Utah State Marching Band.  Nixon went back to San Clemente.


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