Trump’s National Gallery Portrait is an Abomination

“The National Portrait Gallery, which is overseen by the Smithsonian Institution, swapped out an older portrait of Trump for the current one.”

Atlantic

The black-and-white photograph of President Trump on display in the “American Presidents” exhibit is a perfect representation of our current president.

The power-hungry Trump achieved the pinnacle power, represented by his hovering presence over the Resolute Desk situated in the Oval Office. Attaining the summit of Mount Olympus did not bring him satisfaction, as evidenced by his stern expression.

In the photo, he gazes downward rather than at the camera, appearing thoughtful. Is he considering ways to tighten his control by undermining the judiciary, limiting Congress, and eroding our democratic safeguards?

Trump is leaning slighting forward with the posture of a gorilla; his knuckles firmly planted on the Resolute Desk. Like a gorilla Trump engages in chest beating and intense roaring to assert his dominance.

The black-and-white photograph matches how the authoritarian leader has drained vibrancy from society.

Unlike the other portraits in the gallery, which include lengthy evaluations of each presidency, Trump’s portrait only lists the photographer’s name, his birth date, and his time in office.

History will have plenty to say about the absolute corruption, incompetence, and criminality of the Trump administration.

A Donald Trump Painting Is Coming to the National Portrait Gallery

“A portrait of former President Trump will be unveiled in the National Portrait Gallery in Washington, D.C. when it reopens, Washingtonian reports.

Trump’s portrait will be the latest addition to the museum’s ‘America’s Presidents’ gallery, a permanent exhibit within the museum.”

The Hill

The permanent exhibit has a painting of every former commander-in-chief, so the inclusion of the portrait of the twice-impeached disgraced former president was a formality.

The portrait is temporary, official presidential portraits can take years to be completed. The final work of art is still in its initial phase of creation; the curator of the museum should have installed a Jim Carrey caricature of the president until the final portrait is ready.

I’m not an artist, I can barely draw stick figures, but I think I can paint a reasonable facsimile of Trump: bright orange crayon for his countenance, brown for his sphincter-shaped lips, red, and white, and blue to lend his triple chin a patriotic look.  

When the official Trump portrait is unveiled, I expect a steady stream of MAGA faithful making a pilgrimage to the National Portrait Gallery. Doubtless, all sorts of miracles will be attributed to the Trump portrait:

“When I gazed upon his face my manhood grew about four inches and now all the Republican ladies always invite me to their prayer meetings.”

“His portrait was shedding tears, and when I touched an orange teardrop I was instantly and miraculously cured of gout and incontinence.”

“It winked at me, my God it winked at me. That’s a message from the Almighty that I must visit Mar-a-Lago and let Trump grab the bejesus out of my pussy.”

I for one will not be waiting with bated breath for the unveiling of the official Trump portrait.