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Barron Trump Brags That He Wasn’t Born With a Silver Spoon in His Mouth, ‘Mine Was Gold!’

Leave it to someone with his last name.

Barron Trump, long out of bounds in the world of political commentary, seems to be making up for lost time. But he’s not just sitting back and waiting for others to make jokes about what a “Trump” he is — he’s doing it himself.

At a recent dinner Barron held at his father’s Mar-a-Lago estate, the young man hosted a cadre of podcasters and internet personalities. Barron’s a big fan, and even got his dad to sit down with Adin “Butt Sniffer” Ross for an interview. Ross wasn’t there, but there were plenty of very rich people you might expect to see at such an event.

While the party was in full discussion mode, the topic turned to upbringing, as a few of the guests had lived what they characterized as “rags to riches” lives.

Barron, in his infinite wisdom (like his father’s), decided to chime in with his own story.

As you know, Barron’s story is anything but rags to riches. But he didn’t pretend it was, either. Instead, he made a sarcastic joke about the whole thing in a wink-and-a-nudge way.

One guest told a news agency, “People were saying their dad came from a trailer home, everyone was telling their sob story, and Barron’s like, ‘yeah, same here, I mean, I was born in the penthouse of a building all the way up top.'”

The guest went on to repeat the joke that raised people’s eyebrows:

“‘Life was hard’ [Barron said]. He then talked about being fed by a silver spoon, and asked, ‘Who would ever eat food with a silver spoon? Mine was gold.'”

OOOOF. That hits a lot harder than Barron could possibly understand.

Not only did he just off-handedly make reference to a joke that already makes you sound like a spoiled asshole person — “Born with a silver spoon in his mouth” — he said that even THOSE people are poor compared to him.

Worse still, the podcaster guest who related this whole story to the news was recounting it like it was hilarious.

“I’ve never laughed this hard. He ran the whole dinner with stories and entertainment. He gave honest life anecdotes about family— it was cracking me up. He was a kid, but he wasn’t snide or telling dirty jokes. He was an incredibly balanced, engaging, witty, funny guy. I came away liking him a lot.”

Sounds like a Trump voter, alright.

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