Air cover? For Ukraine? His Uncle Vlad wouldn't like that.

Blown cover? So it seems.

Breaking cover? Breaking wind, more like.

Cloud cover? A hard reign is gonna fall.

Cover-alls? He stiffed the painters.

Cover all bases? Out at home and abroad.

Cover band? Even Spinal Tap has banned his campaign from using their music.

Cover charge? The going rate for a pardon is $1 million.

Cover crop? Who's gonna plant it?

Cover girl? Too old for these geezers.

Cover multitude of sins? Go on the attack.

Cover letter? See birthday book.

Covered in glory? Not.

Covering his ass? Oh yeah!

Cover story? Pick one.

Diplomatic cover? Little Marco is looking out for #1.

Diving for cover? It's every billionaire for himself.

From cover to cover? Nope, he ain't a reader.

Gill cover? Personality cults, like fish, rot from the head.

Ground cover? He does lie like a rug.

Under cover? Serpico he is not.

Cover of darkness? His zone-filling, reality-TV, clown-car, distract-o-rama, liar-palooza spectacle requires the limelight to be effective.

Cover-up? Bingo!