How exciting that Johnston got a taste of the “Trump Magic” Monday night as the mighty capitalist icon with the ludicrous hairdo sent his management team into deepest Vo Dilun, trying to convince the folks there that what they need is a “major destination casino.”
The description of the dog and pony show in the next day’s BeloJo made us laugh. Particularly hilarious were quotes from Trump’s agents: “He does create a sense of excitement and fantasy wherever he goes,” said James B. Perry, the president and CEO of Trump Entertainment Resorts. Yes, “fantasy” is an appropriate description for the idea of establishing a glitzy casino next to the smelly state landfill.
Then there was a slick and stupid video presentation, featuring Big Donny signing autographs and “inspecting a supermodel on the runway” (inspecting her for what?), all to awe the simple Johnstonians. The developers also claimed that their aim is to “design a facility that has only a minimal effect or no impact on traffic in the area.” This, of course, is laughable bullshit.
P&J suspect there was more trash in this presentation than can be found at the adjoining landfill. Anyone who thinks Trump will ever show around here is obviously unfamiliar with how he is so germ-phobic that he avoids shaking hands with people. If someone does manage to touch one of his pinky-encrusted mitts, he is said to carry a small bottle of anti-bacterial lotion to immediately cleanse his skin. Yes, Mr. Magic is a true man of the people.
That this neo-cretin has a highly rated television show only goes to show that many folks are sucked in by his bad celebrity act. Let’s hope that the good people of Johnston do not become suckers. As we’ve said many times, P&J are not opposed to casinos on moral grounds (if one is, then what do you think of the infinitely more despicable lotteries and scratch cards offered by our state?), but for aesthetic reasons. And you’d be hard-pressed to find someone in the USA as aesthetically appalling as Donald Trump. Let’s keep this certified yahoo as far away from our state as possible.
Frist, do no harm
There is no bigger phony than Senator Majority Leader Bill Frist. Perhaps Dr. Bill, who always brings up his heart surgeon pedigree, should heed the advice of Hippocrates, who advised physicians, “First, do no harm.”
Frist, so anxious to be president that he’s whizzing in his boxers, is the type of smarmy, hair-sprayed, rightwing suck-up that this country needs like a sucking chest wound. But the mad doctor, who led the votes among potential 2008 GOP presidential candidates in a Republican function conveniently held in Frist’s backyard in Memphis, Tennessee, will never escape his role in the Terri Schiavo case.
As you may recall, Ms. Schiavo was in a persistent vegetative state, and her husband wished to have her feeding tube removed, over the wishes of her parents. Into this personal tragedy leaped (among many other grandstanding politicians, including the brain dead Dubya) Dr. Bill Frist, touting his medical expertise. First said he had diagnosed Ms. Schiavo by looking at years-old videotapes, and declared, in so many words, that she was reactive and capable of recovery to some extent. Not only was this total BS, it was a preposterously outrageous act by a physician, whose arrogance should have led to the revocation of his license to practice medicine. And this inflated-ego clown wants to be president?
