(but usually with nary a Road-map to ~related--and How!?--obv. queries ... even after Intarweb) then:

YOU are post- mere-Encyclopædias; believe that makes you: more Reason-able;
tl;dr: Bitchin, Man!

[fantasy from the bowels of the dis-USA]
Someone with that aim (and the capability to complete)
..would catalog the litany of daily Lies of the Orange man/boy, maybe just over the past 4 years or so, then

Fewer Muricans would ever again be able to get away with, "Gosh ... I just didn't know!"
[/all-hope]

An impressive start; with suitable cartoons by Edward Gorey (Addams Family, etc.) ... and a few world-class ideas re distribution. Maybe presented on vellum in a coffee-table edition (mayhap signed-on-cover? by the identifiable Target-persons) of his most-petulant/inane/Vengeful specimens.
(Charge Lots for this: to fund the later-on helicopter drops in the less expensive editions)

LOVE the creative NYT presentation..
Why the colored cubes almost exactly match a Yuuge "Chart of the Nuclides" (all them isotopes n'such) in a corner of the kitchen.

And Someone could do-Well-by-doin'-Good by creating the first Stunning display of Lies/Minute since DRT was first unleashed on an unsuspecting world.


Carrion
Sometimes it's the Splunge-noise ya gets when a helicopter-drop just happens to be nearby and a few tomes--via sheer magical luck
--might land on an Orange toe? Are his feet tiny, too?


Otpy