I had a dream last night

I was walking through a grassy park, and found Donald Trump there, locked inside a wooden cage. He was pulling out wads of cash, and letting the notes catch the wind through the bars. I gathered some up and went to buy a can of petrol and matches, planning on setting fire to the cage with him inside.

When I returned, my father was in there instead. He told me I was just a little too late. Then I woke up.

So, how about those politics?