Against the backdrop of a rolling emerald landscape, a leprachaun President Donald Trump stands proudly amidst a field of shamrocks, clutching a pot of gold in his diminutive hands. With a triumphant smirk, he holds aloft his treasure, unaware of the irony of his situation. As he basks in the glow of his newfound wealth, he fails to notice the amused chuckles of the (Celtic spirits) who watch from the (shadows), their laughter echoing through the misty hills, perfect face, perfect hands