Trump's golf cheating is apparently getting worse

I don’t know much about golf. I do know Kim Jong Il got five holes in one — and shot a 38-under-par 34 — the first time he ever hit the links.

Why do I get the feeling that the longer he’s our Dear Leader (not much longer, please), Trump will start to approach those rarefied heights?

Because he recently shot a 68 (allegedly) and now has a 1.8 handicap. Which is very good — assuming it’s legit. Which — ha ha ha — of course it isn’t. 

You might as well tell me Trump’s skin looks like deep-fried clown vomit because he has good genes, or that he graduated first in his class from one of the most prestigious business schools in the world, despite not knowing how tariffs work. 

And, hey, some people who know a bit more about golf than I do are calling bullshit on this latest claim:

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Yes, that’s Rick Reilly, the 11-time National Sportswriter of the Year who recently wrote an entire book about Trump’s golf cheating. The gist? If you’re anywhere near Trump on a golf course, protect your balls.

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Sure, Jan.

So we’re really supposed to believe Trump is better at golf than Jack Nicklaus? I’m certain he expects us to believe that, but I’m skeptical. Not sure why. Maybe because he looks like a roadside zoo bear in a polo shirt. I know golf isn’t the most physically demanding sport in the world, but you have to be able to raise your arms above your midriff.

Throw this on the hulking pile of outlandish claims that are somehow even weirder than a flummoxed circus peanut ascending to the highest office in the land.

And then enjoy the rest of your day. If you can.

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