Our Fearless Leader’s retrograde-style of forward thought predicates his use of a “dry toilet”.

Y’know, three wooden walls with a door on the front with a crescent moon cut into it.

However, building it out of wood will anger the treehuggers, using man-made materials will anger the other enviro-spastics…so basically, The One will, for the sake of appeasing all sides, have to pull the bucket off of his head and use it to dig an unsheltered hole into which his malodorous crap may plop.

This, of course, with utmost generosity, grants that The One can make the nuanced distinction btween said hole and his own rusty hind end.

(Without a teleprompter scrolling detailed intructions guiding him through the arduous process.)

Just sayin’