Over here in the Tiny little Kingdom of the White Oranges, we all wish you a happy birthday, Allan. Even if we don’t know you yet. I am sure of that.

As far as I can see — I tuned in late due to the usual time lag and beautiful weather- you forgot the most important present: the birthday cake.

It should be a giant carrot cake with tangerine icing. Inside not Marylin Monroe, waiting to jump out (she only would have done that for Jack) nor a team of gangsters with tommy guns -I know my American classics, but we wish Trumph a long and happy life for the benefit of satire) but 196 Members of Congress, shouting ‘we sue you’).

And because I like the guy sooo much, I reframed the famous Birthday song for him:

Happy birthday to me

Happy birthday to me

Happy birthday dear Donnie

Happy birthday to me!