We were in New York once. It was 1996. We loved it. I do not remember the Trump Tower. We remember a lot of iconic buildings, but not anything connected with that ugly ogre. I took artistic pictures of the Twin Towers, that adorned my office, first for the beauty, later for disbelief.
I will not come back to New York until the Grand Impeachment Party. We avoid flying to contain my Ecological Footprint. Only that far out celebration will bring me over the ocean once more.
I wouldn’t be afraid about his come back in New York. Once he has lost his magac, he will vanish into the oblivion of historic failure. Once he looses the support he magacally embezzled, he will have to retreat into the shadow of blame.
Now THAT’s a deal! AND wishful thinking.