What could better epitomize the Donald Trump version of a great America than sweaty gladiators beating each other up in a cage on the White House South Lawn while bloodthirsty rich men and women in tuxes and evening gowns cheer them on? Hunger Game spectacles such as these have been done before. Think Nero and the usual suspects of vicious emperors entertained by brutality and blood. I can’t think of a better way to showcase our president’s birthday and the birth of the nation we love! My only disappointment is that there won’t be any lions, tigers, and bears (Oh my!) tearing men and beasts apart to the cheers of the gentry. Maybe next year.
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