Back in 2015 and 2016, before a giant art installation made of Saran Wrap, cotton candy, and toenail fungus somehow became president, Donald Trump pretended that his personal fortune made him immune to corruption.
Oh, that was a good one. First of all, he’s more corrupt than a Borgia pope. Secondly, the cheap bastard didn’t actually fund his own campaign. Not even close.
But he liked to pretend that spending liberally on your own campaign puts you above reproach.
Well, he did, anyway, until Mike Bloomberg, who’s far wealthier than Trump, started doing the same thing.
And here was Trump back when he was pretending to self-fund his campaign:
Funny how that works, huh?
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