Trump has been leaving urine stains (i.e., gilt gee-gaws and his name) everywhere, and fantasizing about wannabe erections (White House Ballroom, triumphal [sic] arch, etc.). Trump’s vulgarity will also be manifested in the events he is orchestrating for the Nation’s 250th Anniversary. He plans to solemnize the semiquincentennial with more gilt, with popular entertainments, and with an Ultimate Fighting Championship match at the Whitehouse. 

This UFC match will mark the apotheosis of Trump as Caesar presiding over gladiatorial games. The Romans found the shedding of blood entertaining; Trump and his like are content with the possibility of the shedding of blood. Watching pieces of beefcake beat the shit out of one another must make Trump’s bone-spurs tingle. Moreover, the alliance of Trump with UFC is an ideal combination, for both are equally burdened with flim-flam and semi-criminal sleaze.