Sunday, May 03, 2020

"I ran a casino into bankruptcy."


"I have a well-earned reputation for stiffing people who had contracts with me.  I stole money from a phony charity that I told people was set up to help children, but it was set up to help me.  I've stiffed cities across the country, leaving them with the hefty costs of providing security to the POTUS for a visit just so I could pump up my own ego at their arenas."

"Trust me.  I have a good feel for this stuff.  We gotta get back open.  All my hotels and golf courses are bleeding money."*

(True addendum:  I ordered a meal from a steakhouse tonight.  Nothing elaborate, and it's a middling quality steakhouse.  Still, I'd never ordered to-go from there, but during the shut down, everybody's doing carry-out, right?  I arrived at the designated time, called the designatied number, got an answering machine.  They had opened over the weekend, but hadn't updated their "order on-line/pick up curbside" information.  The signs were even still out.  I finally went inside.  The place was a tomb.  I was the only customer there.  My food was waiting for me, probably had been for 10 minutes before I got there.  It was cold and not all that good by the time I got home.  But nobody was beating down the doors for this place to open.  I suspect that's true around the country.  If you open it, will they come?  Probably not....)

So Grandpa needs to die for the grandchildren?

I'm just glad I don't have cable.
*I thought Trump was addressing the fantasy in his brain. Turns out he was talking to a caller who had lost her job, hadn’t gotten her stimulus check, couldn’t get unemployment, and was about to be evicted. Every time you think it can’t be worse...

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