A warning for those who chance to meet a wild Trump coming home late at night, past a graveyard, all alone in a storm: Don’t bump the Trump. [With apologies to Shel Silverstein.]
Previously I aimed this series of posts at the humor surrounding a narcissistic businessman vying for a job that requires more than an ounce of real character. Now I’m leaving the high road and will be calling things as they are. In the meantime, I have this to say. Thank you, Mr. Trump. It’s the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me.Thank you very, very, very much!
Self-obsessed billionaire Donald Trump earlier snatched the campaign torch from the Republican Party by scooping up conservative America’s low-hanging fruit. Full disclosure: it’s something I proclaimed over a year ago could not be done. I was wrong!
What may explain Donald Trump’s surprising longevity is his discriminating taste. As explained on ABC News:
“Believe me, she would not be my first choice, that I can tell you,” Trump said of Jessica Leeds, one of two women told their stories to the New York Times. Leeds says Trump sexually assaulted her in the ’90s while they were on a first class flight to New York.
Trump was in the process of denying he had groped women, including a woman on an airplane flight. Jessica Leeds explained that Donald Trump had the stewardess invite her to join him in the first class cabin. After a fine first class mean, Trump, according to Leeds, put the move on her in a massive and unwelcome way.
This is the point in the conversation when I want to finish one of the most unfinished statements in modern politics: “Believe me, she would not be my first choice, that I can tell you. She would be my second or possibly third choice.” Apparently, The Donald has discriminating tastes about whom he sexually assaults. We should all be so lucky.
Yeah, it’s game on. We are going to have more fun between now and November. We can be assured Donald Trump will never fail to entertain us.
Continue reading. And may Jesus have mercy on your soul.