By David Glenn Cox
And as the clock winds down on our countdown to bankruptcy and peasantry. Does Donald Trump really have the bond money, like he says? Or does he not have it like his lawyers told the court? Both stories can’t be true, either you got it sweetheart, or you don’t. And we shall soon find out.
Trump is reaching terminal velocity here with an insatiable bottomless pit devouring money like Godzilla chewing on a commuter train. A chasm which just cannot be filled. It isn’t just the loss of the properties; it’s the loss of the revenue from the properties. The state will move to take that revenue before the properties sell. No rent money for you Don. Suddenly, Trump’s empire of rust has an immediate serious cash-flow problem.
Trump just can’t be made whole and the good Capitalists being good Capitalists, didn’t get rich by betting on a loser. “Oooh, that smell. Can’t you smell that smell?” Your call is very important to us. Leave a message after the beep. If this is Donald Trump calling again, the answer is still no. This is when you find out who your real friends are. Or you find out you have no real friends. At least, no real friends with that kind of scratch to throw around. Nobody loves you when you’re down and out!
Now, for the menial mutant moron warriors and followers of Donald Trump, they gibber along excitedly. But for those with reading and writing skills who live indoors, it’s obvious. The calculator doesn’t lie. Old Mother Trumper doesn’t have a big bone for the dog. It is a gauntlet without an escape.
If Trump fails to cough up the money, we will have turned to a new page. The era of the broken King Wimpy. The era of Piper Cub One, Avis and Holiday Inn Express. Trump says like a petulant child, “Aw shucks! I was saving that money what to run for President on! Now I have to give it to the court!” Running for President on your own money? That doesn’t sound like you Don. Five hundred million sure sounds like a lot of money though, but in a Presidential race?
If you were a pilot, which way would you say this whole affair is headed? Up or down? Is this a stock Jim Cramer would buy, hold, or sell? Smart or swindle? Trump’s Twuth Social Network is in talks to sell out and reap the profits of their endeavor. Somehow a Social Network less than a quarter the size of Twitter is estimated to be worth five billion dollars. With no new products in the offing and come November 5th no candidate to sell either. “Hello, S.E.C.?”
Trump’s cut is said might be $300 million, but he won’t get that money today or tomorrow. Besides, it’s not near enough. It might buy groceries for a week or two, but it doesn’t solve any of Trump’s long term money problems.
Once the axe falls, there is no road back for Trump. It’s Donald Trump man in the street. Just plain Citizen Don. “Don’t you remember me? I was the kid with the drum! Brother, can you spare half a billion?” Will swindle for food! Wanna buy some dirty pictures of my wife? As all on board with the Trump team look around the room with their eyes asking, “Do you think we’ll get paid?”
All this, plus a Presidential campaign to run too! See King Wimpy bitch and complain regularly about his poor pitiful plight. The poor, poor put upon man, Job being tested by the lord again. Feel the excitement of doing it every old day from now on until November 5th.
This is a Zeppelin headed for the mooring mast in a thunderstorm at a high rate of speed. It would be difficult for a really good fiction writer to formulate some sort of weird plot scenario. Where Donald Trump turns this all around and comes out on top. Maybe the discovery of an evil twin or an alien clone. Something with a pod under his bed or maybe an alien cyborg wife, controlling him when he sleeps and compelling him to do evil.
But Trump killed off all the little Republican Tribbles running against him, And now, what should we talk about? The many loves and court cases of Dobie Trump? Let’s talk about the vast amounts of cash needed! Let’s discourage anyone who might have thought about contributing by throwing around the huge numbers and financial commitments needed.
Donald Trump may have waltzed through the Republican primaries, but only because Trump ran against nobody. A one-term former Governor from South Carolina. Or a two-term ideolog Governor from the Confederacy with a personality disorder. Trump won easily, but actually only did so, so. Setting off alarm bells. Money troubles, setting off alarm bells. Legal troubles, setting off alarm bells. Plus, as a special added attraction; cognitive issues! “The cow says, Moo!”
Even escaping the bond conundrum today only kicks the can down the road. One bandage can’t cover all the wounds. If they don’t get their money one way, they’ll get it another. Trump is trying to push the court decisions past election day. That magic day! When broken King Wimpy rules the world again, if only in his mind. Running from the devil and the devil is gaining on him. If Trump were innocent, he would probably want those court cases resolved BEFORE election day.
It’s all a part of the delusion surrounding Trump pretending he isn’t facing terminal velocity. That somehow, he could run for President, and everybody would just somehow forget about everything. That somehow, the thirty to forty percent of the Republican Party who are dead set against Donald Trump. Will all come together in the end, and rally around their commander and thief.
Supporting their broken King Wimpy, their persecuted victim-hero leader broken record, begging for money again like a tent preacher on Sunday. Redefining in the American marketplace, what it really means to be “dim.”
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