I was — and continue to be — peeved at Michael Bloomberg for throwing his fancy, bejeweled billionaire hat in the ring at an absurdly late date. I’m not much for rich guys buying their way into our politics.
But you have to hand it to him for this ad:
BLOOMBERG: “People have said when you were mayor, the city gave Trump a contract to operate a golf course. Yes, that’s true, but he was the only bidder, and running a golf course is the only job that I would hire him for.”
Personally, I wouldn’t hire Trump to bag groceries. I can pretty much guarantee he’d put potato chips underneath my canned dolmas and jumbo sack of moth balls. Because he’s an idiot, and idiots gonna idiot.
But that’s not the point of this ad.
The point is to troll Trump by showing him in various shambolic and slovenly poses out on the golf course. The point is Trump’s ass is growing so rapidly it will soon have its own Secret Service detail. The point is to drive Trump absolutely bonkers.
So if Bloomberg wants to spend his money wisely, he could do a billion-dollar ad buy just for this spot, and by the time the debates come around Trump will be a marginally less well-adjusted Gollum. He’s almost there anyway. He just needs a little push.
Bloomberg is unlikely to be the nominee, but I sure hope he puts his money where his mouth is and trolls Trump all the way to November. If nothing else, it will make election season a bit more palatable.
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