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People Disgusted After Learning About the ‘Entertainment’ Trump Provides His Rich Donors

Meanwhile, Cliff from Cleveland has to stand in the grass to see His Excellency.

It’s an absolute circus at Mar-a-Lago, and I don’t mean that figuratively.

As it turns out, Mr. Send Me Your Money To Fight The Witch Hunt uses at least some of the money he rakes in from pre-sales for his boots and Bibles to provide entertainment for the people who really pay his bills.

Commentators on X. formerly Twitter, were quick to jump in when videos of the entertainment at a recent donors’ event at the Florida mansion went online.

“Lara Trump is spending that RNC money wisely, I see,” said one in reference to the fact that the former president’s daughter-in-law is co-chair of the Republican National Committee now.

The videos that came out depict a RIDICULOUS amount of privilege for a man who begs for money on the regular.

It’s just, to keep getting The Important People™ to give him money, he has to use The Poors™ to do it, in the form of hiring a DJ, a ring dancer, a violinist, more dancers, and a dancer ON STILTS.

Seriously, what on earth?

How is it the the average Joe still thinks they have anything in common with this man? At most, Pete in Pittsburgh springs for the fancy meat for his barbecue, and his guests drink Banquet beer.

How long is it going to take to get them to catch on that this man does not care about them?

He cares about money and power, oh, and money. He’s ALWAYS been that way. How did they fall for his schtick to begin with? He once tried to evict an old woman from the home her husband built so he could raze it and put a limousine parking lot in its place for one of his failed Atlantic City casinos.

He was already so rich by the early 70s that he was able to just pay the fines incurred against him when the DOJ won their case against him for refusing to rent to black people in his New York properties.

But he blew so much of it over the years on his failed business ventures and legal fees that now he has to beg — as Trump might say — like a dog, for those who have held on to their wealth to give him money in return for the promise of lowering their taxes.

If that means Mary from Milwaukee has to skip a prescription refill so she can send him a few dollars, gosh darnit, he’s gonna put it to good use. Like throwing a party for his rich friends.

People on social media were grossed out:

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Andrew is a dark blue speck in deep red Central Washington, writing with the conviction of 18 years at the keyboard and too much politics to even stand. When not furiously stabbing the keys on breaking news stories, he writes poetry, prose, essays, haiku, lectures, stories for grief therapy, wedding ceremonies, detailed instructions on making doughnuts from canned biscuit dough (more sugar than cinnamon — duh), and equations to determine the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow. A girlfriend, a dog, two cats, and two birds round out the equation, and in his spare time, Drewbear likes to imagine what it must be like to have spare time.

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