Big Bird showed him the spectres of Ignorance and Want. "Are there no privatized prisons? Are there no workhouses?" Trump cried.
But then he saw his favorite thing, Himself. He saw a lonely little boy at school. The loneliest!
So he had a change of heart and went to where Tiny Tim was doing his Medicaid work requirement, wall-building. Trump gave him a crutch.
"Allah bless us, everyone!" said Tiny Tim. So Trump took away his crutch.