This is the trophy, the big FARK YOU to America, that was presented at Bedminster this weekend at a golf event where Trvmp and his sponsors couldn’t even give away tickets. (Tix were selling for just a buck and even then there was a pathetic turnout. Mostly just curiousity seekers, I imagine.
Gawkers stepped around the raw, tacky, tax-loophole of a grave where they dumped the mother of Trvmp’s three least despised children. We’ve all seen classier memorials on the sides of roads commemorating the accidental deaths of loved ones. Hell, most pet graves in people’s backyards are made with more love and attention.
Meanwhile, the fat orange fuck was yukking it up with Margie 3-Toes and Mother-Tucker Carlson, clearly so grief-stricken by Ivana’s passing, that he and his evil spawn had to postpone their deposition.
Don Jr ran across his mommy’s freshly dug burial site to high-five and glad-hand the outstretched hands of admirers. He’s inherited his class and compassion from his father.
Trvmp welcomed the BoneSawdis to his golf course because the PGA had banned all his courses from their tournaments. So, together, they started their own golf league and even managed to attract one defecting loser from the PGA circuit. The BoneSawdis were offering a ton of money, and you know Trvmp’s motto: “the bucks stop here.” He never met a rich, murderous dictator whose money he wouldn’t take. (JaVanka are no better.)
And all this would be bad enough without that trophy! But my Dog! What are they trying to say with that thing? It could only have been designed with intent because nobody could create something so representative of the WTC by accident.
It’s sort of fascinating to see how much lower Trvmp can go after each time you think for sure he’s hit bottom. Ivana’s grave was a new low in insensitivity, classlessness, and greed, but really, but it took him less than a week for him to spectacularly outdo himself?
The Liberal Curmudgeon 