I remember when I was a young child, I owned a Dymo label maker, a low-tech mechanical device that created labels by physically embossing characters onto a strip of plastic tape. No batteries or ink required, the only thing I had to purchase was the plastic embossing tape, which had an adhesive backing.

We were a poor family, and my siblings and I had few possessions, and only a handful of toys. Nevertheless, I slapped a label with my name on every toy and possession I owned. My obsession stemmed from boredom and a desire to mark my belongings so my siblings would not use them, not from vanity.

Donald Trump is a manchild with a golden label maker, he puts his label on his hi-rise buildings, hotels, golf clubs and casinos. He also hawks Trump-branded inferior merchandizes to his gullible MAGA followers. I am surprised he hasn’t erected a neon Trump sign on the White House roof, although there are rumors, he plans to name the White House ballroom after himself.

A new gold sign bearing cursive script now hangs next to the door of the Oval Office. The sign is a makeshift office paper taped to the wall. It is not meant to appeal to Trump’s vanity, but as an aid to deal with his dementia. The oval shape of the room is not enough information for the 79-year-old to deduce that it is the world-famous Oval Room, hence the need for the sign.

I suspect that it is not the only sign in the White House, I suspect there may be a “Closet” sign on the door of every closet, lest the senile old pervert mistake it for a restroom and take a dump there.