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Back in 2006, I was doing a job in a Connecticut town off the Merrit Parkway, an area in close proximity to NYC. At the time, I still owned a TV set and was vaguely aware of, and nauseated by, Trump. The house I was working in was a large one, dated and nothing special except for its location. The remodel consisted of basic window dressing for a rabbits warren of rooms with the exception of a grand entrance hall that was totally out of scale and style. My job was to install a Brazilan teak balustrade that wound up the circular staircase and to the mezzanine that connected to the second floor rooms that were small and nothing to write home about. I have worked in many mansions that were well designed and well built. This was not one of them.

To get to my point, in the course of my work I always check out the rest of the house. One "improvement" was a practically windowless study, that while made from expensive materials, had all the charm of sixties basement paneled with cheap sheets of plywood from Grossmans, IFYKYN. While I was in the room checking it out, a realtor and her friend from NYC came into it and the friend couldn't stop gushing over the house and how she lived in a Trump condo and how it was so great and how great Trump was.

You can take from this anecdote what you will but it marks a point in my career that solidly established in my mind a contempt for those who know the price of everything and the value of nothing, some deal.

Lisa Nystrom's avatar

The image of Trump punching himself in the face should be hilarious. Then you realize he is also punching each and every one of us in the face at the same time.😡 His brand did wonders for Victor Orban… lol.

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