i'm gonna talk about obomba again so if you love obomba don't read this. if you love him nothing can tarnish that love though, for he has vanished into myth. he will be a beacon of white light, a glittering hoard, a tower in the people's park. why do birds fall down from the sky, well they are drawn to his light. building his tower is taking a page from the towering godhead trump, the second coming of obomba, his towering achievement, ex-precedent to dump, he's trumpin' the trump.