Suddenly Pappa mole says, "I smell honey," and sticks his head out of the hole to look around.
Then Mamma mole says, "I smell maple syrup," so she sticks her head out of the hole to look around.
Baby mole is too small to see out the hole so he says, "All I smell is molasses."
"Honey! Come see what I created! It's an abstract panorama, depicting the next four years under a Trump administration!"
She yelled back, "Flush the toilet Bob and come eat your breakfast!"
The story about a Trump presidency derives from a deranged (depraved, deprived, decrepit, twisted, bent) bunghole. There are lots of these found in lots of places. We can only hope they do not assume critical mass.