Trump has opened his own House of Wax, in which are wax sculptures of himself mostly, wearing different suits, in his golf gear, wearing a Captain America costume, as an astronaut, a cowboy, a ninja, and as an American dictator with millions saluting him as his animatronic self stands on stage and dances.
And, of course, there are other wax “people”, like his family. A five second stroll.
But wait – there’s more!
After moving through the Donald exhibit, and quickly zooming through the Trump family exhibit, we come to the “Donald’s Women” exhibit.
Everyone who has ever been groped or fucked by Donald is on display, with a star rating of how good or poor Donald thought of them as lovers. (They are not allowed to visit the museum and give a “star rating” right back at him.)
There are hundreds of women and very young girls on display as their wax selves, and if you look closely and turn the right corner, you may find yourself inside the little advertised (but it’s there, ain’t goin’ nowhere) Jeffery Epstein exhibit.
And you do NOT want to see the wax figures in there. Hint: they are very short and petite and many of them wear pigtails.
Admission: $50 American. Ends in a gift shop where nothing costs less than fifty bucks, the greedy crook!