Ivanka walks into the courthouse like she’s the Queen of Sheba. I can’t stand these people. It’s not a trial, it’s a fashion show, a chance to show off the latest plastic surgery, to prance and thumb noses. Just another photo op.
They drink in the attention, try to cover their asses, then go home to their palatial penthouses and drink their aperitifs, unless they’re all tea-totallers. They get on with their cake eater, insulated lives, wondering why they’re so picked on and vilified, or maybe not caring at all about stuff like that.
Like father, like children, though.
The Trumps are a black eye on humanity. Yet there are many who wouldn’t mind being them, who think they’re livin’ the Dream.
Ugh.
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