Barely restrained psychotic reactions on Trump's state of the union address

What is the sound of an empty barrel thudding down a flight of stairs?
Trump.
Auggh. Take this vision from my sight. I’m reminded of Michael O’Donoghue’s “needles-in-the-eyes” bit.
Trump, Trump.
That speech of his. This is a steaming load of manipulative, strawman-bashing, deck-stacking, flag-waving, tear-jerking, demagogic bullshit.
Trump, Trump, Trump.
The Churchillian parallelisms. Trump, evidently reads Cicero. Which is to say the abused nerds who did his homework read Cicero. Or hack sitcom writers. This isn’t Trump’s voice. This is their idea of his voice. They’re writing for the Trump character. Kramer would say this, Trump would say that. The material writes itself!
Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump.
The special pleading. The shameless sob stories. The steaming farce of statistics and non-sequiturs. “60% of all illegal Mexican immigrants stabbed 40% of America’s Girl Scouts. That reminds me of the story of Linda, a former Girl Scout who’s now in Special Forces, who was assaulted by a Mexican Drug Mule Sex Trafficker and chopped into small pieces and buried in the desert only to come back to life through the power of the American flag.”
Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump.
And what’s with the cokefiend sniffing? I expect Trump to start screaming at any moment. “What you lookin' at? You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say, ‘That's the bad guy.’ So say good night to the bad guy! Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Come on. Make way for the bad guy. There's a bad guy comin' through! Better get outta his way!”
Applause, applause.
Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump.
Make it stop! Make it stop!
Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump.
Take this vision from my sight!