Trump’d

With his sham presidential “campaign” disintegrating faster than a hydrogen-filled zeppelin, inept casino operator Donald Trump‘s much-hyped Sunday announcement turns out to have been a put-on, too. Trump lackey Michael Cohen is still trying to pump air into the deflating dirigible but it turns out the big “revelation” was as phony as Trump himself. An NBC-TV flack calls the whole thing “misinformation.” S&G would call it another mendacity from the blow-dried blowhard, one of many.

The Trump balloon began leaking gas soon after Trump’s head exploded into flames during his now-notorious tirade at Treasure [expletive] Island. As usual with the Trumpster, the damage was all self-inflected. The likely coup de grace was his mockery of stammerers, after Seth Myers‘ expert skewering punctured Das Donald’s famously thin skin during a Washington, D.C. gala. Beltway pundits then noticed what S&G has been saying all along: The Donald is 300 pounds of pantywaist; one well-thrown punch and he’s down for the count. (Phil Ruffin‘s high reputation has lost a few cubits of stature after he publicly endorsed Trump’s buffoonery. Who ever thought Ruffin would get played for a fool?)

Darn! Think of all the fun we’re going to be missing if Trump’s delusions of competence had carried him past his May 15 ratings stunt and into the presidential derby. I, for one, couldn’t wait to see Don respond to criticism from other candidates by calling Newt Gingrich “Fatso,” Sarah Palin “Four Eyes,” Rep. Michele Bachmann (R-MN) a “piece of ass” and Rep. Ron Paul (R-TX) “Gramps.” All the while, Trump Entertainment Resorts CEO Robert Griffin could sit there, crossing off one customer subset after another that TER’s titular liability had alienated. Having already pissed off blacks, gays and the speech-impaired, what was the next demographic that would come to regard “Trump” as a five-letter swear word? Griffin and his boss, Marc Lasry, ought to be cold-calling Penn National Gaming, Pinnacle Entertainment or maybe even Las Vegas Sands, in hopes of hooking up with a new brand name.

As for you, Don, stick in there a while longer. The media’s not yet done exposing you for the snake-oil peddler you are. Your life is a useful reminder that it’s the emptiest wagon which makes the loudest noise.

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