Three jars of over-priced Swiss concealer for ladies is a very poor solution to being a pasty SOB. I'm guessing he poached this off Melania to start with and now he can't stop. Should seriously see a dermatologist.
The writers on any television satire would be fired for presenting any of the last three years as plausible::
"So you're telling me his Manhattan apartment looks like Liberace decorated it, he poops on a gold toilet while applying orange Swiss concealer, has a quaff of golden hair that looks like drag queen's wig, wears four inch lifts, and not only is he not a gay man but blue-collar middle Americans believe he is the manliest man ever? Hand in your writers' guild card and get the hell out of here."