So Once Upon A Time, a well ‘father-fed’ shark got out of his aquarium and proceeded to bite, maim and devour those silly enough to swim close to him — be they student-fish, builder-fish, porno-fish or slimy bottom dwellers like the Deutsche Bank casino lender-fish, all in the larger tank called New York-New Jersey.

In fact, he built a embellished reputation for biting some other sharks, so much so that for the most part, the other predators kept a wary distance: besides there were still plenty of other little fish to eat.

Then, some of these little fish, tired of the sharks, decided to elect the biggest baddest shark to represent — I mean save — them.

‘That’ll learn them damn #!@* banker sharks that ate up my pension and mortgage and job!”

“Ha! That’ll learn them Washington Swamp-Fish that allowed our jobs to go to Mexico and China and rusted out our towns and cities. Why, we’ll unleash the Trumper Shark on ‘em!”

In short, they cracked open the New York-New Jersey aquarium and allowed the Trumper shark to swim a whole lot freer, able to bite and maim and consume whatever he wanted: a State Department, a Constitution or even his country…yum, yum and yum.

After all, he had a whole lot of little fish who were happy that he wasn’t eating them. Let him feast on the poor, the migrants or the people of colour fish, that’ll keep him, praise God, and his shark buddies busy for awhile.

Silly little fish! Expecting the Trumper Shark to change his nature and not consider them as being very much on the menu.

He can’t help himself…well, maybe he can help himself…he can help himself to another nation’s desperate need for help to fight the Putin Shark swimming around their borders.

Maybe the Trumper shark can scare enough of the little fish to continue offering him more and more to sate his unslakeable appetite.

Here, come to a rally, listen to my distracting Saturday morning cartoon fest-like dialogue, listen to my professional wrestling-like lies all wrapped up in some mind numbing MAGA good-guy or bad-guy opiate caricatures:

“The bad guys in blue are picking on poor little sharkey me, a little me who wouldn’t dream of eating you! Please help me, won’t you? You can’t let ’em do this to me…why then they’d come after you too!”

“Why my little fishies, trust me, I wouldn’t eat you at all.”

“And even if I did, you’d still live happily ever after, wouldn’t you?”