I agree Trump should shove that ballroom up his keister, and then rotate it.

I like JoJo From Jerz's take:

"Donald Trump, that paprika-dusted parade float of petty fucking grievances, that terra-cotta tub of hangry toddler tantrums, really, REALLY does not like people making fun of him.
Never has. Never will.
Which is exactly why watching one lionhearted, swashbuckling, sweet-tea-swilling knight-errant of the Magnolia State tell him to shove his ballroom up his fat ass should be FDA-approved and injected directly into our veins.
Because that walking hemorrhoid zipped into a mothballed Zamboni cover can mock a disabled journalist, desecrate the memory of a dead war hero, and call a woman a pig with the breezy cruelty of a thrice-divorced uncle who lives in his mother's sunroom and flicks Marlboro Light ash into the frosting of his own niece's Paw Patrol birthday cake because nobody laughed at his joke about the bounce house.
But let one person laugh at HIM, and that antique coin purse made out of eyelid skin starts puckering like a cat's asshole in a lemon grove."