Peak Trump happened just before his first executive order was shot down.
Despite his japes and buffoonery, we had elected a clown to the highest office in the land. That first week of office brought a general indrawing of breath, as he squatted out toxic EOs like a chimp with the runs. We began to worry that maybe he was the evil kind of clown, the kind with the menacing and the homicide.
Then he started hitting himself in the face with pies.