
Look at this scene: Calm, tranquil, republican. Look upon the green grass and trees that give off the vibe of a real winner. Hear the leaves rustle in the wind, like a never ending applause. Smell that fresh air mixed with the faint scent of barbecue, just as heaven would surely smell. Note the lone Bush, standing strong, despite a low gardener approval rating.
Then gaze upon the building standing firm like its owner. The architecture is simple, but elegant. The white roof and brown stucco walls with brick accents - they give off a commanding presence. Feel the rough stucco under your fingers. Tastes the salty stucco on your tongue . . . OK don’t do that!
I'm not trying to corral you into a certain kind of thinking but this place will soon be a great American land mark. You must think property like this, with its combination of natural and architectural beauty, belongs to a great man. You'd be right! It is owned by a true genius, who is Texas tough and isn't afraid to take a vacation even while a whole nation is in crises. Only great Americans deserve to own a ranch such as this.
Now gaze upon the picture as a whole. It clearly makes a strong statement. It just screams "Mission Accomplished. It’s time to barbecue!"
This has been a message from the Republican Landmark Corporation. Preserving our wealth so the lower classes of the future can gaze upon our splendor.