The former guy appears to have started something akin to a celebrity Cameo account
Getting a personalized greeting from Donald John Trump is about on par with masticating Trump steak gristle or being spirited away to a Florida fen by a horde of Trump-branded bedbugs.
It’s not for me, but hey, surely someone will bite. He may even be able to charge more than Barry Williams, TV’s Greg Brady, on Cameo.
Again, he won’t get a penny from me, but presumably there’s still a market.
Anyway, get a load of this.
For the nontweeters: “I thought this was from a well-done parody site. It’s not. Trump has – as phrased by @MazJobrani – I can barely type this let alone believe this – he has… he has STARTED HIS OWN CAMEO!He’s ThisClose to doing infomercials for catheters https://45office.com/info/greetings”
Of course, there’s no pricing information on the site, because that would be gauche, but as Olbermann points out in his tweet, this is the equivalent of starting a Cameo.
Yeah, this guy is clearly a billionaire. I’m embarrassed now that I ever questioned his massive wealth and earning potential.
So anyone want to pitch in for a message? My first idea is to tell him I’ve just opened up a Christian bookstore called The Glory Hole and I need a massive grand opening to make it work. And he has just the grand opening to sell it.
If that doesn’t work, I’ll just see if I can convince him to eat a bug.
Say, didn’t Trump once criticize the Obamas’ Netflix deal? Well, at least they’re not engaging in the presidential equivalent of hanging out at truck stops rendering services in exchange for a pack of Sno Balls and a ride to Branson.
But, hey, he was the worst president ever; why shouldn’t he be the worst former president as well?
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