I’m not sure if Donald Trump is even sure what he’s running for anymore. Sometimes, it’s like he’s running for President of the United States, but other times, it’s as if he’s in the running for Emperor of Earth or KISS’s tour manager. So it’s not like a jaw-drop moment when a photo pops up of him signing a woman’s chest.

Instead, you wonder, is he even discussing foreign policy anymore or has he just moved on to nailing Skynyrd solos and retelling his wild weekends with Gordon Gekko and Mr. Burns? Come the new year, we can likely expect pyrotechnics and an opening act from Ted Nugent, because at this point, what could even surprise us?