Shucks, I've always thought I had small hands, but even mine are bigger than Trumpkin's. And I'm only 5'9".

But on the subject of the Orange Pustule's physical dimensions, it surprises me that no one comments on his mouth.

Now that part of his anatomy is really small. Beats me how he chows down on a cocktail sausage, let alone a Big Mac.

Or, when he's in Russia, a salami.

Probably has his Mar-a-Lago meals pre-masticated by the food tester so he can snork 'em up through a straw.

The significance of his tick-sized cakehole is that I have yet to meet a pleasant, well adjusted, citizen with a tiny mouth.

The term 'generous mouth' wasn't coined for nothing, you know.

So while Trumpkin is the loudest man in North America (or perhaps the world), all those ravings emerge through an orifice that's smaller than a bull's bum in the fly season.