It's been 10 years since The Elvis From Queens glided down the Golden Escalator at Trump Tower with the beautiful Melania on his arm and promised to Make America Great Again by building a big, beautiful wall, renegotiating trade deals and mercilessly attacking the "all talk, no action" political establishment. I wasn't paying attention to him because, as anyone who knows anything knew at the time, there wasn't a snowballs chance in hell that DJT would get elected as the President of the United States of America. Seriously, I mean, c'mon man, I'm thinking that even Trump can't fight, fight, fight his way through the crowded GOP field of candidates and pull the sword from the stone to claim the throne. I'm especially skeptical that the vulgarian who built a monstrous tower on 5th Ave., converted the Post estate in PB into a club for "black balled" rejects and performed as a thespian on a weekly television show (a show that I, as a cultural...
Isn't it rich? The Keeper of the Clown Bell is a semi-secret society dedicated to exposing the clowns in our midst. Ring Loud, Ring Often!