Headline on cnn.com: Trump set to fire himself.
My first reaction: OH MY GOSH! DONALD TRUMP HAS SET FIRE TO HIMSELF! O THE HORROR!!
It just seems like there’s something not quite right about a guy who would try to trademark the phrase “you’re fired.”
Something not right about the guy’s hair, too.
It’s the hair spray! Not the musical that will do it!
What wasn’t quoted on air was, King; “You’re right Donald, your hair is stiff and stickie, want us to turn the lights down?”
MarkB
I’m expecting a really good photoshop of Trump in Flames. HEY! Let’s start a band and call it Trump in Flames!!
I’m reminded of the time when I was waiting tables at a sports bar, and a patron with a LOT of frizzledy, long hair on his head lit a cigarette and set his his hair alight. Fortunately my delight and fascination were only momentary, and I put it out for him quick as a wink.
I called him “Blaise” from then on that evening. He tipped well, as I recall.
But, back on topic, what would drive Trump to self-immolation? This is a cry for help. Or perdition just can’t seem to wait.
I just reread the title, and see that I grow lamer with each passing day. I rather preferred my misunderstanding, though. The thought of him in a state of wildly rapid oxidation was so compelling. 
I thought the same thing when I saw the subject line! 
I’m trying to imagine Donald Trump as a buddhist monk, drenching himself with gasoline as an act of protest. Horrifying mental image. Though if it would get him permanently off TV I’d be sorely tempted to lend him some matches.
I forget, does Trump like us to worship him with burnt offerings or just blood sacrifices? Does it have to be a first born?
So hard keeping unbelievably rich people happy in this country. Oh well. This is America. We have the richest rich people in the world. I guess that’s something to be proud of.