Notes From The Beach, Part Deux

Choppy BeachThe seas were angry that day my friends.

Seriously, they were. I don’t know if you can make it out from the picture, but those waves are running as close to perpendicular to the shore line as I’ve ever seen. Red flags are flying and three year old little boys are rightly asking if we can just play in the pool. Or watch a movie. I’m shocked that this is coming from my keyboard, but God bless Pixar.

There are other angry seas to navigate down here in paradise.

My wife’s extended family makes a yearly pilgrimage down to these choppy sea watered parts. Various nuclear subgroups grab a condo a piece and invitations are traded and a movable feast happens.

One of the problems with family is that familiarity (in the literal sense I suppose) trumps formality. That means you end up discussing things like politics and religion. Since this year is so regretfully this year, that means that conversation inevitably turns toward the short fingered vulgarian.

I’m not coy about what I think of that insane clown, and I’m not one to stay silent when my opinions are challenged, but political arguments amongst family are as choppy as gulf waters in late July. There’s a lot of “But..” and “That’s not…” with a healthy dose of “What about…” It’s not exactly Oxford style debate. There are very few thoughts that get fully expressed.

Thankfully, I have a venue to impose my thoughts upon a largely disinterested world. To the eight of you still reading, let me say that I am staggered by the claim that Donald Trump is going to hire the best people and do a great job.

To start, why hasn’t he already? Is he putting Katrina Pierson out there as an example? If so, I’m not sold. Incompetence has been the hallmark of his entire campaign.

I’m also not sold on the idea that he’s a great success in business and that that success will translate fluidly to a sound approach to governance.

Let’s review, in no chronological order because I’m blogging at the beach and there will be no research beyond the minor fact check.

Donald J. Trump was a very clever, very ambitious, and very successful real estate mogul. When he decided to venture into the steak business, people naturally assumed that success in real estate would translate into success in food sales. His steak venture went belly up. Oddly, at a campaign event where he bragged about his defunct failed steak company as if it were still a functional enterprise he used as a visual a stack of steaks from Bush Brothers, because of course, Trump steaks was no more. But 5th Ave. and what not.

Donald J. Trump was a very clever, very ambitious, and very successful real estate mogul. When he decided to venture into the the vodka business, people naturally assumed that success in real estate would translate into success in liquor sales. It didn’t work out so well. Again, belly up.

Donald J. Trump was a very clever, very ambitious, and very successful real estate mogul. When he decided to buy a football team and challenge the NFL, people naturally assumed that success in real estate would translate to success in sports management. As it turned out, he convinced a majority of the USFL’s owners to go in a direction that ended with the league going belly up.

Donald J. Trump was a very clever, very ambitious, and very successful real estate mogul.When he decided to start a magazine, people naturally assumed that success in real estate would translate into success in publishing. At the same campaign event that Trump highlighted the fabulous marbling of Bush Brother’s steaks, Trump held aloft a copy of his resort’s internal magazine, claiming it to be a copy of the failed magazine that shut it’s presses down years before. You had to wonder if he even knew.

Donald J. Trump was a very clever, very ambitious, and very successful real estate mogul. When he decided to buy an airline, people naturally assumed that success in real estate would translate into success in people moving. But very shortly they were proven wrong as Trump airlines went belly up.

Donald J. Trump was a very clever, very ambitious, and very successful real estate mogul. When he decided to open a mortgage brokerage, people naturally assumed that – surely, this time, I mean it’s so fucking close to real estate that he’s in his wheelhouse, he seriously can’t fuck this up – success in real estate would translate to success in martgage banking. But there he was, telling the world that the bubble would never burst in 2006. Do I even need to say belly up?

There’s more. Trump U and that vitamin thing that all billionaires get involved with. But you get the idea.

Donald J. Trump was a very clever, very ambitious, and very successful real estate mogul. When he decided to run for President of the United States, people naturally assumed that success in real estate would translate to….

 

 

 

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3 Responses to Notes From The Beach, Part Deux

  1. Chad...from the extended....family :-) (and non-nuclear subgroup) says:

    Trump = NOT HILLARY. Period.

  2. Maggie says:

    I just wanted to let you know that I was one of the 8 and that this is one evil election. I’m going to have to go to confession after I vote. I’m reminded of PJ O’Rourke’s book title from 2011 . . . you know the one.

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