Now this is amusing: Jason Wilson visits five Trump-branded properties to get a squint at Il Douche, “promiser of luxury experiences, through the eyes of a travel writer.”
And what did the travel writer perceive, luxury-experience-wise? A profoundly unsettling boredom, “a relentless, insistent, in-your-face mediocrity,” even for a pro “who has stayed in many soulless hotels and eaten in many overpriced restaurants in many disappointing places.”
“Nothing was bad, and much of what I was experiencing was even pleasurable,” Wilson writes. “But these were not great places. These places didn’t even seem like they were trying to be great.”
What Wilson experienced was not exactly a reverse Midas Touch, but something very much like it. With Trump, what you get is not the Warhol, but the actual can of soup (and not at Campbell’s prices, mind you). And now this half-assed hotelier has laid his tiny little hands on our country.
Forget bang. Think whimper.
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IMO the only good thing the Trash Can Fire ever did was to bankroll the Tour de Trump. The organizers appealed to his ego, and thus I got international races going by my house.
BTW, perhaps we should start lobbying for the trials of Uber self-driving cars to be moved to DC.
Il Douche lost interest in that race so fast, you’d think it was one of his wives.
All in favor of test-driving robot Ubers in the White House hallways?
Aye.
Dunno if I’d consider that good. Pro Cycling was dirty enough already! I was there for both tawdry editions and thought the guy a dweeby creep from the start. Who knew he’d end up being “Orange Nixon” a few decades later?
What did he expect from a con man?