I love me some Trump.* He’ll slap his name on anything for a buck. Towers. Casinos. Steaks. Vodka (even though Trump’s a teetotaler). A university. And now sneakers.
Move over, Willy Wonka. Wonka may have given us golden tickets, but Trump is giving us golden sneakers. Well, not exactly “giving” them to us. A swanky pair of Trump high tops will set you back a cool $399 retail. Surely a bargain at twice the price. Limited edition—act fast!
Trump’s superpower isn’t being president. It isn’t even being a real estate mogul or a casino owner. His superpower is old-fashioned hucksterism. The man has no shame while having total belief in himself. It’s amazing how far his super skill has taken him: All the way to the White House in 2017—and maybe back again in 2025.
As P.T. Barnum, who knew something about hucksterism, allegedly said, “a sucker is born every minute.” Maybe more than one, judging by Trump’s success.
Now excuse me while I put in my order for these glorious new kicks!
*Not an endorsement for Trump as president or for any other office entailing significant responsibility or public service.
Auric Goldfinger has nothing on Trump, a man obsessed with wealth. That iconic photo of him seated like a king on his throne in his gilded penthouse with his other possessions including wife tell the viewer all that needs to be known about the man. That he would be the choice of millions for President is astonishing, as is the fact that he will face off against a war criminal. Democracies are supposed to choose the best candidate for political office. We have inverted that, but then our democracy is corrupt so inversion should not be surprising.
Well....he's gotta come up with some way to pay his half-billion-plus in fines, and counting. Not to mention his legal fees: $50 million last year alone, I read somewhere. It would probably have been three or four times that if he could have retained really good attorneys.