Like father-in-law, like son-in-law.
Jared Kushner, the Borg queen’s consort, apparently planned to use his role as Donald Trump’s second, somehow even more faulty brain to relieve the debts his company accumulated after buying a steaming hot pile of failure at 666 Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.
That’s according to a new New York Magazine profile on Ivanka Trump and, by extension, Boy Blunder.
When Donald announced that he was going to run for president, Jared got to work on his own agenda: He wanted to dig himself out of the debt he’d acquired buying the massive office tower at 666 Fifth Avenue and figured a higher profile with government ties might do the trick. With the Qatari government, it eventually did, and he also wanted to strengthen America’s ties to Israel. Ivanka was not sure what she wanted, and she was also not sure what she was getting from this presidency deal at all; she was hoping to finally make a fortune from her clothing line. Before her father was elected, heavily pregnant, Ivanka was stopped at an elevator by Elizabeth McLaughlin, a feminist entrepreneur consulting for Ivanka, who asked how she was feeling. The words spilled out of her: “I’m exhausted. If I had my way, I would throw my television out the window, cancel my newspaper subscription, and turn off my phone, but they won’t let me.”
So she wasn’t exhausted enough to torpedo her father’s run for president and save the republic? Good to know.
Okay, so remember when Michael Wolff claimed in Fire and Fury that Kushner and Ivanka urged the firing of James Comey to keep him from delving into their family’s finances? Yeah, not exactly the paragon of good government, but it appears to be par for the course for these weasels.
Glad to know we’ve got a kleptocracy and a kakistocracy going at the same time. Maybe we can coin a new term that encompasses both: like, say, Trumpocracy.
Turns out the Washington swamp is about the only wetland Donald Trump deems worthy of protecting.
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