Wow. You thought that you had heard it all when you heard that: 1. Ivana Trump was buried on the Bedminster first hole (sans gravestone) with weeds growing over her; 2. Donald Trump convinced his second wife, Marla, to tell the tabloids about the great sex they had (while he was still married to Ivana); 3. Trump told the world that the FBI rummaged through his young son’s drawers (the chest of drawers, we mean) during the Mar-a-Lago raid (same for Melania); but Eric Trump has managed to (forgive the expression) trump all of those stories with this one. Trump properties are built by child labor. Shazam. Charles Dickens will return from the dead when he gets wind of this.
Maybe you'd do well to think twice before renting space in a Trump property seeing as how they were built, by their own admission, by eleven years old's?
— 🇺🇸🦅 Apollo con mi Pythia en patines 🇺🇦 (@SayltAintSoJoe) September 2, 2024
Cutting rebar and felling trees and pouring concrete at age 11. For minimum wage. Righto.
Here’s young Eric, up at the crack of dawn and on his way to the construction site, hamster in tow. pic.twitter.com/t265B93NVs
— Butter Emails 🌊🦦🌊 (@NicoleL333) September 2, 2024
Look at all that fine musculature that a man (even a very young, pre-pubescent man) gets from all that physical labor. And the fine tan from working hard in the sun. Where’s his hard hat, I wonder? And that’s his emotional support hamster that he was allowed to bring to work, yes? That’s so fine. And where is his lunch bucket? That’s right, his lunches were catered by five-star Michelin restaurants. Stupid me. (slaps forehead with palm)
Just by the by, not to impugn Eric’s veracity or anything, this is the same guy that told the 2024 Republican National Convention that, “The top of my dad’s ear was blown off.” Isn’t that amazing? The ear grew right back. But then Trump is the Chosen One, so we should take all such miracles in stride, ne c’est pas? I’m told Trump will walk on the Potomac every day when he returns to Washington.
I think now we’re getting closer to the truth. Eric went in the limo to Daddy’s site and walked around it, watching men pour cement, cut rebar, operate a backhoe, what have you. He equated that with “working” and actually doing those jobs, skillfully and 40 hours a week.
I wonder if Eric is the plastic surgeon that restored the top of Trump’s ear? Or did George Santos do it? I frequently get those two confused, for reasons which need no explanation.
Happy Labor Day from Eric Trump, who is one of US. I personally think a real day’s work, the kind you and I take for granted doing, would put him in the hospital for a week. Or, in the therapist’s chair. “And can you believe they expected me to come back again the next day, also at 9:00 a.m. and sit there and produce something and then only take an hour for lunch and then come back and do it until 6:00 p.m. and then get in rush hour traffic? This ought to be illegal! This is cruel and unusual punishment and I haven’t committed a crime!
And you’ll never believe this in a million years, doctor. They expected me to work FIFTY WEEKS and only take TWO for vacation?! How can you cruise the world in two weeks? Madness, I tell you!” That’s my take on Eric in the work world that you and I spent our lives in, or are still going at it, hot and heavy.
I have nothing against someone having the desire to work. It’s probably a good thing. However, it is probably more as you suggest, mostly hokum with maybe a small fragment of truth.
I don’t know why you’d doubt Trump being able to regrow a “blown off” ear. An ear is basically cartilage covered by skin. Not unlike say a tail, albeit simpler than a tail because there aren’t sections with connective tissue which makes an ear simple in comparison. Don’t forget, Trump is a LIZARD with just enough human DNA mixed in that he’s shaped like a male human being. Ergo he’s a lizard and regrowing an ear “blown off” would be a snap.
Don’t forget that a human ear was grown on the back of a mouse in a lab. I’m guessing there’s a little set up in all of tRUMP’s properties with cadres of mice growing appropriately sized “bits”and pieces should future replacements be required. (snark)
Of all the things that never happened, that is most definitely one of the things that didn’t happen the most.
Gee….and I was thrilled, at 10, to make my first 25 cents cutting my neighbors acre with a push lawnmower. I’m a dummy.