Yesterday was quite the day in Trump world. Ivanka stayed silent as the tomb, as did Jared. Junior complained. But nobody was as pathetically comical as Eric. Daddy has been betrayed, betrayed I tell you. Eric immediately got on Fox News and made his fraudster father out to be not only something that he never was, but neither was grandfather Fred Trump, and that is the man “responsible for the skyline of New York.”
Yes, the Trumps were filthy rich but c’mon. Here’s what Eric said yesterday and then below it is the clever spin that I wanted to share.
Ladies and gentlemen, Eric is proud to present TRUMP SKYLINE! pic.twitter.com/PQflBFtlbR
— Allen Weisselberger (@weisselbergers) February 17, 2024
Here’s the full clip of Fox News with the necessary comical addition.
— Wild Bill $83.3 million (@mahirw46) February 17, 2024
The pathology is unbelievable! No matter the width and breath of the tragedy, or the scope of anyone’s success, within five seconds, all he can talk about is what it means for him, what it says about him, and why it should refocus everyone on him. Pathological narcissism.
— NoMoFoMo (@mythguidedlife) February 17, 2024
That day and that conversation, of all of them, defined Trump. And here we are, 23 years later, and he himself has become the greatest disaster to befall America since she was attacked in September of 2001.

We have taken a peculiar twist in this culture. Publicity is everything. Fame is everything. It used to be that people became famous for some great achievement, an invention, the discovery of a new element or a new technique of doing something. Fame for that reason is justified and deserved.
But Donald Trump is a lot like Zsa Zsa Gabor, famous for being famous. If you’re too young to remember, Zsa Zsa Gabor was a celebrity nothing that was enough of an oddity that she would wind up on a section of Johnny Carson’s show waving her feather boa and cooing, “Dah-ling.” She was fluff, not substance. Carson would use her as his foil to bounce social bon mots off of, for a laugh. Little did I ever think I would see the day when that manner of being would get into politics, let alone at the presidential level, and form an anti-American cult on top of it.
But we have lived to see that day. It’s always nice to have a moment of comic relief, time and again. It looks like Eric and Lara Trump will be running Dad’s campaign for the most part. Yes, Junior will do something, between podcasts, but Eric is Donald’s mainstay now and Lara may control the RNC coffers.
That will be a sight to see. Ronna McDaniel leaves her post after the South Carolina primary, the 24th of this month. She may leave before Super Tuesday or after it, that detail is unknown. If Lara and election denier Michael Whatley do take over the RNC, game over for the RNC. And game over for the Republican party.






















We’re all standing at the gates of hell, and as Tom said in another song, “there’s no easy way out”!
Actually Scott, it was in the same song, I Won’t Back Down.
Thanks for the reminder!
“But Donald Trump is a lot like Zsa Zsa Gabor, famous for being famous. If you’re too young to remember, Zsa Zsa Gabor was a celebrity nothing that was enough of an oddity that she would wind up on a section of Johnny Carson’s show waving her feather boa and cooing, “Dah-ling.” She was fluff, not substance.”
For what it’s worth, Ursula, Zsa Zsa WAS a creditable actress (even legendary film director John Huston described her as such; he directed her in the 1950s film, “Moulin Rouge”). She did quite a bit of film and TV work (she even managed a role on the 1960s “Batman” series as the villainess “Minerva” in the show’s final episode and as the head of a cosmetics empire on “The Facts of Life”). Yes, she was married MANY MANY times and did become as known for being a socialite as she did for all her acting achievements but she didn’t just “become famous for being famous” (unlike the woman who would effectively be her step-great-granddaughter, Paris; Paris is the great-granddaughter of Gabor’s second husband, Conrad Hilton).
But, but, I’m allowed to whine – daddy don gave me a whinery in Charlottesville!!!!!