We owe President Trump one thing after Gaza peace – Latest News
Thank you, Mr. President
Not everybody’s going to love this column. Not everybody’s going to love me. Right now I’m down to the canine and my hairdresser. And if I don’t feed my cranky Yorkie even he’s iffy.
So I apologize for these I irritate. But: My opinion is we need a collective prayer of thanks for Donald.
I do know him longer than most people are alive. We met lifetimes in the past. A nothing particular New York political dinner millennia earlier than Melania or Ivana. He straight out of Wharton. Me a no person spouse. Having instructed this earlier than, I reprise it now for younger ones who possibly don’t understand it.
I knew him when, an NBC reporter, I interviewed him at his Atlantic City lodge. I knew him when, assistant to the Miss Universe president, I booked the superstar judges. I knew him after I attended his Ivana wedding ceremony, Marla wedding ceremony, when he married Melania. I’ve flown with him on his airplane to California. He’s been there when issues have been dangerous for me. He introduced his staff over to make sure my condo’s security. He took care of my husband’s ashes.
Things went dangerous for him and it was tuna fish sandwich lunch at my home. When Mayor Dinkins and I flew top quality to Chicago, he sat cramped nicely behind us bunched into a second-rate seat alone — however by no means ever confirmed it! When issues went good for him he hugged me after we have been each at Melania’s non-public inaugural desk.
We converse now. Get notes from him now. Do I do know more? Yes. But security fears stop me getting close bodily.
My longtime old-time buddy will crack historical past. Do I cherish him? Yes. Obama? Can’t even create peace with the spouse. Biden? Can’t find the boys’s toilet. The Bush president who threw up on Japan’s minister? Please.
Get opinions and commentary from our columnists
Subscribe to our every day Post Opinion e-newsletter!
Thanks for signing up!
So who you need working issues — the three-initialled bartender? FBI man who hates his president? Bernie Sanders the spitter? Hunter who’d sell his nation to an enemy? The socialist leftist communist unrealist Crapdamnee who New York ought to scrape off the underside of their footwear and stuff down a subway grating?
What would you prefer to examine as an alternative? Creatures? Bugs? Like what’s crawling round Washington? Maybe what’s creeping underground in America’s political system? We might all learn the Gnat Gazette. Or what will get handed across the State Department, just like the Critter Chronicle.
I’m listening to Pelosi subscribed to the Bulletin Bee. Adam Schiff — and that’s not how he spells his identify — will get a subscription to the Moth Monitor. Weekends it’s the Rat Review. Comey will get the Daily Beast. In truth, he is the Daily Beast. The Today’s Cockroach Tabloid? Delivered straight to the Biden rest room.
The Beast Bugle and Tsetse Times go on to our former vice president’s English instructor. Weekends she will get the Cockroach Citadel or Waterbug Herald.
OK, OK, so DC is full of crawlies.
Not our president’s workplace. He’s there. For us. For America. For the United States. He just isn’t laying down for us. He is combating the entire world for us.
OK, you don’t favor him? You desire the paid bugs creeping round DC? The ones attempting to unseat him? Want to kill the United States of America? Turn us into Syria, Venezuela, Iran.
Nobody’s ever seen the likes of Donald. You nonetheless don’t like him? OK, mazel tov. March. Burn flags. Start fires. Hire haters. Clear out the world’s No. 1 metropolis — New York. Push Crapdammy. Celebrate the marchers. Honor the flag burners, statue killers, anti-semites, faculty professors, State Department professionals. Send me a observe out of your jail cell.
Protect Donald.
