An object about to be fired up, blazing briefly yet brightly across the sky. Haley’s fiery flame is rumored to be fueled by Syrian corpses, found beneath the bus they were thrown under, begging the questions: Who threw them under the bus, and why? Thought to have been a divine sign of hope and victory, like a silver lining in a thundering rain cloud, Haley’s Comet, whatever the actual status of this heavenly body, is clearly decoupled from the Trump Train (q.v.). Whether Haley’s Comet is a recurring event or a one off wonder is yet to be seen: check back in a few years …
A series of short yellow busses, coupled with each other, human centipede style, under which various opponents of an orange fire ball are thrown. Fueled by anti-intellectual anti-matter (I don’t think so it don’t matter), flights of fancy, and manure. See also: “Forty Acres and a Mule”.