Donald Trump is the epitome of the emperor who has no clothes. In his birthday suit, he sashays in front of his MAGA faithful. His disciples go along with the pretense that he is wearing the most expertly tailored suit in the world, not wanting to appear stupid, or lacking in faith.

Cognitive dissonance is second nature to evangelicals, and they imagine that their orange messiah is wearing a suit woven from sun rays that completely covers his porcine body.

But at the same time, they can see that he is butt naked, and they marvel that God Almighty has chosen a vessel with a tiny mushroom-shaped penis and a mouth that resembles a sphincter to lead them.

They follow behind their naked messiah, resisting the urge to kiss his bare ass, as he leads them to perdition.

The more devout shed their own clothes, in a sign of allegiance to their Dear Leader.

They sneer at the unbelievers who mock them from the sidelines, infidels too blind to join their parade.

We should never underestimate the gullibility and stupidity of the American public, and we shouldn’t be astonished at the millions who are in this parade of fools and wankers.