"Infinite monkey" isn't supposed to be a joke, it's supposed to provide a sense of scale for infinity.

Even with the thought experiment, yes, you'd get the Art of the Deal. And you'd also get a copy of whatever leftist ghost-writer trash that was called a New York Times bestseller which is actually just a vehicle to launder money. And, yes, for infinity you won't have merely one copy but an infinite number of copies.

Even putting all of that actually insightful and interesting thought experiment stuff out of the way: whether you read Shakespeare as emitted by the monkey or whether you read a copy mass produced from a printing press, it doesn't change the meaning of anything or the feelings art can evoke.

Damnit, this is so colossally stupid that the only way the artist doesn't get laughed out of the room is because they actually think it's a dunk on Trump. Somehow.