Sarah Palin could probably smell Trump's new tower in the Philippines all the way from Alaska if it weren't for all the rotting carcasses of bear cubs and wolf puppies littering her place in the Spring thaw, but for some reason one more opaque Trump overseas real estate deal with a murderous genocidal tyrant is nearing completion and nobody cares about our fake president's name emblazoned on it because of his non-existent "achievements" and his position as the symbol of ignorant rabble status in America.
"I give him an A+" says the man in the Barber shop, the supermarket, the parking lot of the local Wal-Mart.
"The architecture is exquisite, the interior design is flawless," says Ivanka in the ads, "and just look at my breasts. Buy my Jewelry!" The developer is getting around $750,000 for a one-bedroom apartment in a city where the average worker takes home less than $10 a day.
Is there anything immoral about expensive housing in a poor city? Not really, but is there something stinky about the Philippine Idi Amin appointing the guy who's building it as a special trade envoy in the US? Anything wrong with inviting the killa from Manilla to have lunch at the Palm Beach Pleasure Dome? Hmmm. maybe send out for another case of Febreze for the White House, 'cause I don't think the windows will open.
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