The Persians would have made Trump into an leather backed chair.
In 1849, near a place known as Rawhide Buttes, approximately fifteen miles south of what is now Lusk, Wyoming, a wagon train was traveling west toward California. Among the travelers was a man named Clyde Pickett, who was a sociopathic racist motherfucker. Clyde openly expressed hostility toward Native American people. Clyde considered "the only good Injun's is a dead Injun."
Pickett, the sociopathic racist motherfucker was also horny, and Pickett wanted to get his Dawg on in a bad way! Clyde sought to impress a woman named Kate Farley

The Sioux men returned to camp, and went after the wagon train. They demanded the murderer.
Pickett was turned over. Pickett was tied to a tree or wagon wheel, accounts vary, and the Sioux sharpened their knives. Picket was flayed alive. After hours of screaming Pickett's skinless body passed out, and the Sioux men waited another hour until hypothermia and blood loss caused death. Then they left with Clyde's skin. They found use for it.

I must be a Manchurian candidate of some kind, and the You Tube algorithm is trying to trigger me. Good thing I figured it out. The puppet masters are not kind people. I won't do their dirty work.