But he has no clothes

Everyone knows the story about all the king’s followers scared to tell him that he wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing, but he was, in fact, walking at the head of the parade route completely nude.  It wasn’t until a little boy pointed and yelled, “But he isn’t wearing anything,” that people admitted that the king was naked.

Now we know the kid’s name.  It was Mitt Romney.

(In writing this I pictured Trump nude, and now I can’t get that disgusting image out of my head.  That overhanging belly, the man boobs, the waddle, the tiny penis–I need to unsee that.)