Many people who voted for Donald Trump in the 2016 Election said they did so because he was a successful businessman.
They were half right.
He was a businessman alright, but if you’d been paying attention, there were plenty of better fitting adjectives to go around: unscrupulous, irresponsible, incompetent, crooked—and failed.
In 1990 Trump launched the Taj Mahal casino in Atlantic City, which cost over a billion dollars to construct. He called it the “eighth wonder of the world,” and as he opened its doors he made the kind of wild, grandiose, pie-in-the-sky, too good to be true promises that became commonplace during the Presidential campaign and are now status quo in his presidency.
Hey may as well have stood there and said he was going to Make Atlantic City Great Again.
The casino closed in 2016.
He ended up bankrupting it, not once, but twice.
Trump has actually filled for bankruptcy several times.
Nearly a half a dozen times, he’s run a billion-dollar endeavor into the ground, leaving in his wake thousands of devastated employees and unpaid creditors and jumping ship without personal accountability of any kind. With each implosion, he’s shielded himself and his family, leaving everyone else to clean up his mess.
A Fortune.com story recounted that despite the Taj Mahal’s abject financial failure, Trump personally profited during its demise, by doing things like selling Trump-branded water—making himself over eighty million dollars as the casino slowly collapsed, its vendors going unremunerated, and its workers unceremonially discarded.
You might call all that being a successful businessman—or you might call it being a soulless parasite who feeds off things that were thriving, until those things are dead, and then moving on. And really, your definition is irrelevant, as regardless of the semantics, the bottom line remains unchanged: he is and has never been about making money for or lifting up anyone else. He didn’t give a damn about anyone associated with the Taj Mahal—and he doesn’t give a damn about you.
And this is the terrible history repeating itself right now. Donald Trump has neither the capacity nor the intelligence nor the aspiration to lead this nation, to honor its Constitution, to represent its citizens. He is not the least bit interested in people’s healthcare or their educations or their golden years. He couldn’t care less about morality or virtue or Christianity. He doesn’t lose sleep over disabled veterans or coal miners or single mother or suicidal teenagers. He has no interest in dignity or decency or nobility befitting the Office—not because, as his supporters say he is a “straight shooting Washington outsider”—but because America is nothing but another host to him.
As always, he is here solely to slap his name on something and to suck it all dry—and if your eyes are open you can see that he is doing that right now.
That’s the sick irony here: a guy who couldn’t run a casino in Atlantic City is now running the country. Unable to handle the complex responsibilities and manage the finances and solve the problems and do the work of overseeing a few hotels, he is now using this nation as a similar and doomed to fail vanity project; a way to build his brand and sell his chachkies and line his nest egg without caring how he does it.
I’m really sad how many Americans did so little research, how uninterested they were in his actual resume, and how easily they were duped (and still seemed to be) but his spit-shined snake oil sales pitch, which peddles only fool’s gold that will prove worthless.
Donald Trump will soon do to America what he did to the Taj Mahal. He’ll leave the former like he did the latter: bankrupt and crumbling, without giving a damn about the people whose lives he ruined or the suffering left in his wake.
I’m not okay with that—not at all.
I don’t think this country should wait until it simply becomes another hopelessly failed and beyond rescue business venture of a man who’s only allegiance is to himself.
We should fire him while we’re still able to recover.
We shouldn’t let him financially or morally bankrupt this nation
They were half right.
He was a businessman alright, but if you’d been paying attention, there were plenty of better fitting adjectives to go around: unscrupulous, irresponsible, incompetent, crooked—and failed.
In 1990 Trump launched the Taj Mahal casino in Atlantic City, which cost over a billion dollars to construct. He called it the “eighth wonder of the world,” and as he opened its doors he made the kind of wild, grandiose, pie-in-the-sky, too good to be true promises that became commonplace during the Presidential campaign and are now status quo in his presidency.
Hey may as well have stood there and said he was going to Make Atlantic City Great Again.
The casino closed in 2016.
He ended up bankrupting it, not once, but twice.
Trump has actually filled for bankruptcy several times.
Nearly a half a dozen times, he’s run a billion-dollar endeavor into the ground, leaving in his wake thousands of devastated employees and unpaid creditors and jumping ship without personal accountability of any kind. With each implosion, he’s shielded himself and his family, leaving everyone else to clean up his mess.
A Fortune.com story recounted that despite the Taj Mahal’s abject financial failure, Trump personally profited during its demise, by doing things like selling Trump-branded water—making himself over eighty million dollars as the casino slowly collapsed, its vendors going unremunerated, and its workers unceremonially discarded.
You might call all that being a successful businessman—or you might call it being a soulless parasite who feeds off things that were thriving, until those things are dead, and then moving on. And really, your definition is irrelevant, as regardless of the semantics, the bottom line remains unchanged: he is and has never been about making money for or lifting up anyone else. He didn’t give a damn about anyone associated with the Taj Mahal—and he doesn’t give a damn about you.
And this is the terrible history repeating itself right now. Donald Trump has neither the capacity nor the intelligence nor the aspiration to lead this nation, to honor its Constitution, to represent its citizens. He is not the least bit interested in people’s healthcare or their educations or their golden years. He couldn’t care less about morality or virtue or Christianity. He doesn’t lose sleep over disabled veterans or coal miners or single mother or suicidal teenagers. He has no interest in dignity or decency or nobility befitting the Office—not because, as his supporters say he is a “straight shooting Washington outsider”—but because America is nothing but another host to him.
As always, he is here solely to slap his name on something and to suck it all dry—and if your eyes are open you can see that he is doing that right now.
That’s the sick irony here: a guy who couldn’t run a casino in Atlantic City is now running the country. Unable to handle the complex responsibilities and manage the finances and solve the problems and do the work of overseeing a few hotels, he is now using this nation as a similar and doomed to fail vanity project; a way to build his brand and sell his chachkies and line his nest egg without caring how he does it.
I’m really sad how many Americans did so little research, how uninterested they were in his actual resume, and how easily they were duped (and still seemed to be) but his spit-shined snake oil sales pitch, which peddles only fool’s gold that will prove worthless.
Donald Trump will soon do to America what he did to the Taj Mahal. He’ll leave the former like he did the latter: bankrupt and crumbling, without giving a damn about the people whose lives he ruined or the suffering left in his wake.
I’m not okay with that—not at all.
I don’t think this country should wait until it simply becomes another hopelessly failed and beyond rescue business venture of a man who’s only allegiance is to himself.
We should fire him while we’re still able to recover.
We shouldn’t let him financially or morally bankrupt this nation
