Escape to Alcatraz

It's always the way. No sooner had the deal-detecting gaze of the Trumpster and his head-tribble been fleetingly diverted from the security of the homeland than some dirty, mangy dog took unfair advantage, becoming apparently the first coyote to swim to Alcatraz. Besides being made without the blessing of ICE, the journey seems also to have been accomplished without the aid of ACME, whose technological innovation and mastery of the laws of physics so elegantly resemble the Trumpster's own. This no doubt accounts for the fact that the coyote arrived cold and wet, but not squashed, scorched, macerated, pulverised, or about to undergo an involuntary rockward descent from an unsafe altitude. The animal is assumed to have come from a nearby island or else from San Francisco, perhaps in the belief that a former prison is better than a future one.