He exists behind glass. He’s two-dimensional. Every day from August until November I’ll have to put up with him. He’s orange. It’s supposed to be blond but his hair’s orange. Stripes on flags behind him look orange. We’ll have to put up with him. Orange builds walls. Every day he insults someone, like a Bugs Bunny character. Orange is a candidate. Orange gets a kick from cheating people. He won’t be able to do the job, he’s incompetent. Like the joke that makes the plotline in a Bugs Bunny story: Orange applies for a job for which he’s utterly unsuited.