Jackie Mason and John Gotti had a child and they named him Donald Trump.
The Catskill cadence, the Jewish humor with the Italian attitude, the tough guy standing outside the Ravenite Social Club on Mulberry Street, doing a ‘walk-talk’ with his boys, going on about what ‘a good earner’ he is, complaining how ‘America turned soft’ - ‘whack these f*&#in Iranians, they’re making fools of us’, ‘bing bang boom’, ‘hey, right here with your political correctness!’ The hair, the coumaras, the $3000 suits - hanging out at Elaines, getting in the society pages. We’re back in the 80’s with a touch of Ed Koch - ‘How’m I doin?” bringing it forward with a pinch of Kardashian. It’s very entertaining, as Gotti was and Jackie Mason is funny as hell!
And so the talking heads of the beltway elite hate Trump because Trump has taken the unreal, empty freak show of American politics, that could put a nothing like Obama in the White House, and turned it around to make a reality TV personality with ridiculous hair into a statesman. They hate Trump, because he hijacked the system that they have lauded over for years with their smug insight and erudite speech, and this casino carney barker, with a squirrel on his head standing next to a scantily clad bimbo made them look like fools. He’s driving the machine better than they ever could. They, in the person of Jeb Bush actually represent Paul Castellano, and Trump is Gotti...you know the rest of the story.
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