The combover hides the horns
Contract date: 1989-2005
Yes, it seems sixteen years is a long time for a contract to get signed, but you see, that Donald Trump – he’s a negotiater. The gold-plated, crystal-encrusted shit hit the fan after the last recession in the late eighties and he was forced to file for bankruptcy. Lost some buildings. Divorced Marla Maples. But still, he refused to sign the contract until he got his own terms. Well, he finally did sign - but that devil knows a thing or two about blowhards…
Re-negotiated: 2008
So, new gorgeous wife, another heir named BARRON, a bonafide hit televsion show, a bonafide annoying catchphrase, and all new buildings and casinos going up worldwide. Seems The Donald really did make a comeback here. But this comeback was the result of the last contract, so why the new one? Well, it seems just when he thought things were perfect, the brand new recession hits and he needs a transfusion.
In an unprecedented, cataclysmic instance of irony, Trump is forced to file bankruptcy again in 2009 for his Entertainment Resorts – but claims that the new economy should be construed as AN ACT OF GOD preventing him from paying back loans. I can already see the devil lounging in his throne of stone, moving his right hand back and forth saying, “You’re fired.”
Johannes says: I always admire hard work. But I loathe entitlement unless it’s my own. If only this guy weren’t such an asshole, he might have gotten off easy. But blaming God for something when you are in a contract with the devil takes stupidity to heretofore unknowable levels. I see his eternal damnation being spent in a Holiday Inn somewhere in the wilds of Pennsyltuckey with nothing to drink but Trump Vodka-and he’s a confirmed teetotaler.
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