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TrumpBits#21: Fine Art


President Trump certainly does have a way with words spoken or tweeted. And Haitian painter , Watson Mere, a talent whose art speaks much louder than any words ever could.





pbTrumpBits#19: A Presidential If…Than…


My yesterday’s tweet: “If an ethics committee decides Senator Al Franken has to go because of his behavior before he was an elected US public servant, then President Trump is due the boot too.”

By now we have all seen the Al Franken boob-groping photo snapped in the early 2000s. Don’t know if more women, or photos, will surface. We shall see.

But, in case you have forgotten, prior to his being elected President of the United States, at least 15 women had accused Donald Trump of a number of sexually related no-no’s including, sexual assault, sexual harassment, non-consensual kissing or groping and oh-my even “violent assault” by his first wife Ivana. All of this according to one of President Trump’s favorite resources, Wikipedia.

Trump has claimed that the women who have made those claims were liars. Franken has apologized to the woman  for his behavior.

pbTrumpBits#18: Mar-a-Lago still hiring


It’s been nearly two months since the ad for various Mar-a-Lago workers first appeared in Jobs section of the The Palm Beach Post under the “ food services/hospitality” heading.  That’s a long time for any ad to run.

What might be even longer is that the box showing the job opportunities at Mar-a-Lago has a typo in it that’s never been corrected.

I’ve heard that our president isn’t much of a reader but that’s no excuse for those who write the ads, or place them and didn’t see or correct the obvious error.

As you can see in the photo of the ad above the mistake has to do with the missing letter “i” in the word “qualifed”

Kind of a funny typo given the size of President Trump’s ego.

The private club will be opening soon and apparently is still seeking beach club servers, pastry cooks and valets. Hourly pay varies but is dollars better than Florida’s minimum wage of $8.10 an hour ( it’s going up to $8.25 in 2018).  And,  I’ve heard that tips for the valets can be quite generous. Even is they aren’t,  it’s gotta be a trip to drive the club’s members’ cars.

That said, anyone who would like to work in the Winter White House can either pick up an application at the gate house of the club/estate, or send their resume to: HR@maralagoclub.com.

Good luck.




pbTrumpBits#17: Moron defined


Earlier this week, just hearing the word “moron” made me laugh out loud. I haven’t heard that word in decades. Like many decades. It was one of those words you heard a lot back in the 1950s and ‘60s and– if I remember correctly— was used to describe some goofball. Of which there have always been a number of no matter what the year,  decade or century.

Forgetting whom, if anybody, used that word to describe President Trump, one thing is certain: the meaning of the word and its synonyms do in fact fit some of our 45th President’s behavior.

Before defining the word, here’s a little bit of history: According the Wikipedia’s free encyclopedia, “Moron” was coined in 1910 by psychologist Henry H. Goddard from the Ancient Greek word moros, which meant “dull” and used to describe a person with a mental age in adulthood of between 8 and 12 ….”

Not so sure many would describe Trump as “dull” but know plenty of folks who would describe his behavior as childish and “with a mental age in adulthood of between 8 and 12.”

Now, its definition.

Merriam-Webster defines “moron” as “1: dated, now offensive: a person affected with mild mental retardation, and 2: a very stupid person.”

Synonyms include: fool, idiot, ass, blockhead, dunce, dolt, ignoramus, imbecile, cretin, dullard, simpleton, clod and more.

Oh, one more thing. Lest you think the word is/was just popular and used in America, you’d be mistaken.

My ace researcher, CB, found that all around the world languages in countries from Albania to Uzbek either use the word “moron” or have one that, in their native language, translates to the same meaning as ours.

Morons. Clearly they are everywhere. How sad for everyone. Especially when their role is that of the head of a nation. Or a company. Or a club. Or…..and the list goes on.




Let the world know how you really feel about money by wearing a pair of Stubbs & Wootton’s. From left to right is a loafer named “Poverty Sucks”, followed by the “Dollar Hunter” and the “Market Black”. Check out the Stubbs & Wotton shop on Worth Avenue for details.

It’s all about money, you know. At least that’s pretty much how it is in Palm Beach where our new president seems to adore  staying at his private club/residence home. And  a town where even the basics can cost plenty of cha-chings.

Take ice cream, for instance. A small dulce de leche cone and a small cup of butter pecan ice cream at Sprinkles will run you about 13 bucks for the two. Move up to an absolutely fabulous 50-minute massage at The Spa at The Breakers and you’ll have to pony up nearly 250 smackeroos—205 is the cost of a basic 50-minute message for one person—that I will attest to is worth every penny. To that price a  20% is then added  for  the tip.

But ice cream and body rubs are only temporary delightful and seductive pleasures.
If you’d like something a little longer lasting, consider a pair of Stubbs & Wootton’s.

I mention them only because the company offers three different money-based designs on their velvet, made-especially-for-you loafers. Each foot- friendly message makes a fashion statement that only the monied –and wannabee richies—can truly appreciate.

Consider what your toot-toot-tootsies will solefully telegraph to the world when you set out in a provocatively named “Poverty Sucks” pair. Or walk the avenue in the “Dollar Hunter” sneaker. Or if you’ve made a bundle thanks to trading the greenback and the euro, how about the pair named “Market Black”?

I can’t think of any under $500 item that says more about money and Palm Beach than sporting a pair of Stubbs & Wootton’s. Can you?

For the record, the manager at their 340 Worth Avenue shop told me that to the best of his knowledge, President Trump does not own a pair. Nor do any of the ladies or other guys in his tribe. Yet.

But given that the shoes can only be purchased in PB or NYC, both places he calls home,  (oh, and online), and with  all the stories about his huge financial world-wide business successes, a pair of the green velvet Dollar Hunter loafers might be a perfect fit. Or maybe he’d prefer a pair of Poverty Sucks. Not that he would have any first-hand knowledge about that.