If the Trumpster was rich, he would have flown off in his private jet by now. Or taken a long vacation in his 300-foot yacht. Or retired to his private island.
Instead he chooses to stay at a rundown has-been Florida resort with lousy food. If he was rich, he wouldn’t stay in that dump for 20 minutes. Many of his “loyal” followers have dropped their Mar a Lousy memberships. The food is cold execrable swill. And cold. The drinks are watered down. The rooms are mid-century ugliness.
If Trump was rich, he’d act like it. After all, luxurious living is the best revenge. He just can’t afford it. Vlad the Putin has slammed the purses closed. The banks have frozen his new loans. His friends don’t answer his calls. He can only sit in lonely ignominy, fantasizing, hallucinating, bloviating. A wart.