Cocchiarella: There’s a 100% chance of bugs. That’s a real stat.
So Trump’s acolyte, Dana White, has literally lined the cage with industrial fans to blow the gnats off the fighters.
For this octogenarian’s birthday, the failing, aging king—decaying in real time—has decided to throw himself a giant blood-sport party on the palace lawn to prove that he is still strong. And heaven responds by sending a heat wave, a thunderstorm, and a literal plague of insects down on top of him.