King Donald?
For
Trump, however, this royal dinner was clearly more than the usual state
visit, as the New York Times pointed out on Tuesday. While Trump has
worked hard to build his life into a glittering, eponymous brand, there
has long been a royal-specific yearning in the Trump family. What is
less known is that this desire arguably dates back to Trump’s mother, an
immigrant maid who came to America almost 100 years ago and bequeathed
to her fourth child the notion that all that glitters really is gold.
Unlike
his mother’s origins, Trump’s obsession with the royals — the human
epitome of his old go-to word, “classy” — is hardly a secret. Besides
all the gold T’s and his gilded Versailles triplex in Trump Tower,
there’s the family crest that Trump essentially stole from the socialite
who built Mar-a-Lago, modifying it to remove the word “Integritas” but
keeping the three rampant lions.
… Pundits
like historian Doug Brinkley have blamed Trump’s obsession on his
autocratic political bent — he wanted to be “King Donald.” Or simply a
penchant for outrageous marketing strategies. But the true source is
likely a far more personal inheritance: A Trump family secret is that
his mother worked as a maid in the household of steel magnate Andrew
Carnegie.
think
absolute power depends on absolute control over knowledge, which in turn necessitates absolute corruption
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