This is a follow-up to my recent essay, Sins of Our Fathers. It dealt with our Orange President. I was googling something when I came across a Mother Jones article on the evolution of our Orange President.

Trump's tan through the ages: 2002, 2004, 2005, 2014 Zuma Press

This is the first paragraph of the Mother Jones essay, which they wrote in 2016.

While I agree with the bad spray rationale, it wasn’t, at least recently, due to the tanning bed. Why? Look at his hands and particularly his nack around the collar.

Compare his face and his hands.

Even the Trump baby balloon showed that he is sprayed.

Trump being the “aficionado of bad spray tans” is correct. Someone needs to learn how to use spray tan equipment more professionally.

This is an example of an excellent sprayer.

According to Mother Jones, Trump and Steve Hilbert have been close friends for several decades. I never heard of Hilbert, nor did I know he started marketing tanning booths and spraying equipment in 2006.

What fascinated me about the two friends is that they are clones of each other. They have gone through making money and losing money. They have also gone through marriages and affairs scattered throughout the years. Trump and Hilbert’s first joint business adventure occurred in 1998. They brought the General Motors Building in New York City.

Hilbert supposedly met his current wife when she popped out of a cake at a family birthday party. Tomisue was a 23-year-old topless dancer. The parallels with Trump’s present wife are apparent. Melania had done nude modeling for a French version of Playboy.

Hilbert and Trump enjoy being seen as some deity. Hilbert has in his home in Indiana a hand-painted mural of him in a toga as some ancient Greek god.

The Hilberts and Trump also share their love for their burnt orange tans.

Tomisue and Steve Hilbert share their tans with Trump.

This essay has been about the evolution of our Orange President. Indeed, Trump is the first Orange President, along with being our first Convicted Felon President. Trump will assert that this is all fake news. Nonetheless, my grandmother would warn her grandchildren when we were young and were acting up, “I love me. I think I'm grand. When I go to heaven, I'll hold my hand.”