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There's not much I can tell you about Trump's book that you don't already know. This is the one that came out last year as *CRIPPLED AMERICA* with a big, orange scowling TrumpFace on the cover and that they have apparently re-marketed to the friendlier title and cover you see above. The interior is the same, though, and still wall-to-wall batshit.
You will learn that at his core, Trump fancies himself a Reagan Republican, and he still has a hard-on for getting tough with unions and trickling down. He badmouths Teddy Roosevelt at one point (speaking softly - Trump doesn't understand that) swapping his philosophy for that of Mike Tyson, a convicted rapist and thug former boxer. That's kind of it for anything you don't already know. He's "really rich," and he'll tell you so, he only got a small start in life from his dad - only one million dollars, and he makes creepy faces in pictures, like someone who WOULD smile, but they just got this face, and they don't know how it works, yet.
He denies climate change by pointing out how we used to have ice ages and bigger tornadoes, and blasts wind power on the grounds that it's ugly. Trump cozies up to Putin in the preface, then hates on him later. He hates Obama and anyone he thinks has ever been unfair to him, and mostly, the book's not about "policy" - though that is in there - it's about him. He defends Trump products made in China (business is one thing, policy another) and he rants a lot, like an extended comment on YouTube. Seemingly without irony, he tells us about his concealed carry permit before asserting that the mentally ill should not have guns, and he says a lot of supervilliany things, often repeating himself in all caps. ("I proved everyone wrong. EVERYONE!") The book ends with some photographs of Trump's cock (represented by a series of gleaming, tall towers of glass and steel with his name on them) and a "financial disclosure" document that fits on less than one page and may be entirely false, since there's nothing to support it.
He either actually wrote this, or whoever did spends a scary amount of time with him, because there's a lot of "trust me" and "believe me," and a good ghost would have cleared some of those up. There's also no big words or hard numbers or complicated grammar, so his core supporters should have no problem with finishing this book over the next few months if they start now.
You will learn that at his core, Trump fancies himself a Reagan Republican, and he still has a hard-on for getting tough with unions and trickling down. He badmouths Teddy Roosevelt at one point (speaking softly - Trump doesn't understand that) swapping his philosophy for that of Mike Tyson, a convicted rapist and thug former boxer. That's kind of it for anything you don't already know. He's "really rich," and he'll tell you so, he only got a small start in life from his dad - only one million dollars, and he makes creepy faces in pictures, like someone who WOULD smile, but they just got this face, and they don't know how it works, yet.
He denies climate change by pointing out how we used to have ice ages and bigger tornadoes, and blasts wind power on the grounds that it's ugly. Trump cozies up to Putin in the preface, then hates on him later. He hates Obama and anyone he thinks has ever been unfair to him, and mostly, the book's not about "policy" - though that is in there - it's about him. He defends Trump products made in China (business is one thing, policy another) and he rants a lot, like an extended comment on YouTube. Seemingly without irony, he tells us about his concealed carry permit before asserting that the mentally ill should not have guns, and he says a lot of supervilliany things, often repeating himself in all caps. ("I proved everyone wrong. EVERYONE!") The book ends with some photographs of Trump's cock (represented by a series of gleaming, tall towers of glass and steel with his name on them) and a "financial disclosure" document that fits on less than one page and may be entirely false, since there's nothing to support it.
He either actually wrote this, or whoever did spends a scary amount of time with him, because there's a lot of "trust me" and "believe me," and a good ghost would have cleared some of those up. There's also no big words or hard numbers or complicated grammar, so his core supporters should have no problem with finishing this book over the next few months if they start now.
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