OH, IF I COULD ONLY DO PHOTOSHOP.

When you hear of all the money Trump is raking in by cheating the taxpayers, stealing from charity funds and not paying his debts, it's only natural to wish you had that kind of wealth (but not stolen, of course).  But is Trump someone to inspire jealousy? He is not a gourmet, has no interest in the arts, doesn't own a pet, certainly doesn't collect rare books, will never build anything, is too ignorant to appreciate art, doesn't really like to travel, dislikes his sons, lusts over his daughter, has no love of fancy cars, has no friends on which to dote, is fond of no charity, has done about all the repairs he can do to his face, body and scalp; and is so impotent he doesn't even spend on hookers anymore. So isn't it nice to know that all his ill-gotten money brings him no pleasure other than its accumulation which will be spread among his equally shallow and joyless spawn on his death in a few years. And I feel certain that his grave site, or the monument he creates for himself will be one  of the most visited urinals in the world.