You don’t have to be a professional caricature artist to draw a recognizable picture of Donald Trump. Even a child can color his face pumpkin-orange, paint his hair urine-yellow and make his mouth look like an arsehole. The only problem may be to find a page big enough to draw the morbidly obese buffoon.

The other day I tuned into Trump’s daily press briefing and I got he sense that there was something different about him. His complexion was still a ridiculous shade of orange and his mouth still looked like a sphincter, but his hair didn’t look like he had just undergone a golden showers orgy with Russian hookers.

Trump’s signature urine-colored wispy hair was now a subdued silver shade. His new hair color matches his somber tone; the stable genius finally realizes that the coronavirus is an existential threat.

But don’t get used to it, the histrionics will return and so will his urine-colored hair. His base loves him just the way he is: a clown who looks and acts the part.