They’re creepy and they’re kooky Mysterious and spooky
They’re all together ooky
The Addams family
Their house is a museum
When people come to see ’em
They really are a scream
The Addams family
Neat Sweet Petite
Not since the Griswold’s won a quiz show, and took off National Lampoon’s European Vacation, has there been a more surreal family vacation. And this time it’s a costume party. The full Trump menagerie dressed for their UK trip with all the nuance and subtlety that is their trademark. Clearly for the Trump clan, this is much too much fun a junket not to go all in with royal style – Royale with cheese!
For the Trumps, Donald Trump America’s self-styled supreme monarch and his goofy “Royal family-esque” retinue of relatives and assorted arse lickers (Steven Mnuchin, I’m looking at you), this is social media gold dust.
The rest of us are left baffled and mildly disgusted as to why exactly the United Kingdom, Queen et al would be up for hosting the Trumps on a family holiday.
We are left cringe-watching from between our fingers, fixated by the horror of it all. As with MAFS or Love Island, you know you shouldn’t look – nothing good will come of it – but you can’t drag your eyes away.
But what of Donald himself? In a formal suit, Trump always reminds me of the stuffed effigy ready to burn on at Bonfire Night: turkey-plump at the chest, flappy around the legs and with oddly proportioned hands and feet.
Bit I’m sure it’s all good practice on how to be the Royale (with cheese) family of the USA.
