Grandpa Pudding Brains sizes up Elvis for a fistfight at Graceland

There’s no setting so inappropriate, no shrine to someone else, that Trump won’t make it about himself. The only story that matters is his, regardless of how imaginary.

Sent to Graceland for some great getting-him-out-of-the-way honor, Grandpa Pudding Brains shows he still has a quick mind and is focused on what makes America great: if he could have beaten Elvis in a fight. Sadly, Donald doesn’t seem to understand what winning a fight means, or he wouldn’t think he’s already won something in Iran.