Trump grew up in Jamaica Estates, a well-to-do section of Queens; one of the five boroughs of New York City; but for some reason has always tried to pose as an elite born in Manhattan on Billionaires’ Row. The real billionaires that live there have always recognized the carnival barker for the shyster he is and have shunned him accordingly.
The Central Park Five, hosting (molesting) Miss America Pageants and the Apprentice were his claims to fame, but that only alienated even further from the people with real class; as pal Jeffery Epstein; the Brooklyn Butcher would readily attest; if he hadn’t accidently hung himself while awaiting trial at the Metropolitan Correctional Facility, which is also in Manhattan.
He might still have some friends on Staten Island, after all he went all in on hating Eric Garland, by blaming the hapless, homeless loosie dealer for causing his own beating at the hands of the boys in blue. There may even be an aging good fella or two in the Bronx that the Orange Mussolini didn’t already sell up the river, but even they feel the same way about that dirty rat as does all of Gotham.
It was bad enough that Trump had bankrupted casinos in Atlantic City, bilked the rubes with Trump University, birtherism hoaxes and more of the same; but now the twice-impeached, thrice-indicted (so far) and three-time loser wants to pretend that he is not going to prison...and I have a bridge in Brooklyn that I can sell you wicked cheap.
So understanding that it really gets under the very thin skin of the former president to be regarded as someone from Queens, rather than from Manhattan; where all the real billionaires live; I will be making a conscious effort to remind everyone that the Crooked Clown Prince and failed real estate buffoon is from Queens and not from Manhattan.
Just sayin’. Puff, puff, pass it on.