Sometimes repurposing a word serves better than trying to eliminate it. Shortly after Trump won the White House by winning three million votes fewer than his competitor, I was walking along a creek near my then-home. A couple in front were hand-in-hand and their small child was toddling off ahead of them. As per usual, inconsiderate dog owners had left “little gifts” all over the footpath. Suddenly the mother called to her child, “Danny! Don’t step in the Trump!”

It seems to me a condign fate for the word Trump to become a synonym for dog shit.