"Driven by the contradictory demands of his situation, and being at the same time, like a juggler, under the necessity of keeping the public gaze on himself, as Napoleon‘s successor, by springing constant surprises – that is to say, under the necessity of arranging a coup d‘état in miniature every day – Bonaparte throws the whole bourgeois economy into confusion, violates everything that seemed inviolable to the Revolution of 1848, makes some tolerant of revolution and makes others lust for it, and produces anarchy in the name of order, while at the same time stripping the entire state machinery of its halo, profaning it and making it at once loathsome and ridiculous. The cult of the Holy Tunic of Trier11 he duplicates in Paris in the cult of the Napoleonic imperial mantle. But when the imperial mantle finally falls on the shoulders of Louis Bonaparte, the bronze statue of Napoleon will come crashing down from the top of the Vendôme Column."
From:The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte by Karl Marx
A limerick for 45…
There once was a man from New York City
Who wanted to make the world shitty
I'll take a big dump
For my name is Trump
And all the deplorables worship me
