Run over Trump, then reverse and run over the oligarchy bastards then proceed to run overTrump, forward and backwards, until the train physically can't move anymore.
I mean I'm willing to accept whatever the universe needs me to be in the next life. Maybe I'll be a deer. Maybe I'll be a tick. Maybe I'll end up being a Dalek or a Macra.
I sincerely hope that no one believes reincarnation is locked down to earth species only.
Rice, pasta, hot dogs, oven baked pizza if it's cheap.