Customers maryelle and Rhea suggested books about Trump’s level of knowledge in the world. Incredibly, a secret manuscript for just such a book has come into my possession.
What I Know… by Donald J Trump, future President of America, Esq.
This is a very hard book to write but a very easy book to write, OK, because I know everything. Every. Thing. And what I don’t know about things like oh, the “Nuclear Tryout” I can probably learn about in oh, an hour. I’m that smart. Really. That smart. Believe me when I tell you, I’m smart. I ought to know, because I have a magnificent brain, and it knows smart from dumb. Winners are smart. Losers are dumb. And since I am the biggest winner of all time, I am also therefore the smartest winner of all time, and everyone who loses to me is dumber than me. It stands to reason.
What I know about politics is I won. I beat 16 other people to become the nominee. Hillary only had to beat 1 guy, and he was pretty used up, already, so I am at least 16 times smarter than she is, and 16 times the politician. I beat a black guy, an actual brain surgeon, because the blacks love me. I beat a broad, because the women, they love me. Oh, how they love me. They call me to find out if I will make them first lady instead of Melania. Come up to me on the street. “Oh, Mr Trump, you are such a man. I wish my husband were 1/16th the man you are.”
I beat not one but TWO Cubans, because the Hispanics love me. And they respect me, they respect my deep respect for their cultural goodness like taco salads in actually eatable bowls. Which was entirely my idea. Many people say to me “Mr Trump, that was entirely your idea. And they stole it.” I tell them, that’s OK. Don’t worry. My lawyers are on it.
I beat John Kasich, beat him like a drum, because the poors, they love me. He can spout all he wants about Christian values to the poors, but I know Two Corinthians, and they tell me that I am the greatest Christian since Christ. “Mr Trump, if you had been born first, Jesus would have been a Trumpian.” All the poors tell me that.
So I know I’m a winner, and everyone wants to be like me, or at least be allowed to be near me. Very few are allowed, let me tell you, very few, it’s an exclusive club, but without the secret handshake. Because germs. Germs can kill you. It’s why we fought the Great War and the other great War, the big one, WWII, back when wars were great. Vietnam was not so great, so I didn’t go. I like wars where we win, OK? Not loser wars. The world wars are great, when we fought against the Germs and their Germ Warfare. And we won by dropping the nuclear bomb on them after the Nuclear Tryout.
I know I will make wars great again, and they will be winning wars. We will win so many wars when I am President that people will say “Oh, Mr Trump, we can’t take all this winning. Can you give us a break and maybe lose a war? Just a small one.” Nope, can’t do it. Because losing wars is dumb. Which makes me smarter than the generals who lose them all. Every war has been lost by a general. Think about that. Every war has been lost by the generals. That’s why I’m so smart. This I know. The generals, they only know how to lose. Only I know how to win. Like with more nuclear tryouts. Why have them if you’re not going to try them out?
Let’s see, other things I know: I’m fabulously rich. I’m richer than anyone else who has ever been dumb enough to subtract liabilities from assets except in a tax return, which I cannot show you, because then everyone will find out how. I have the best health ever for someone of my age and health. I’ve never been to a psychiatrist who lived. Oh, here’s something else very important I know: if you mix a late night snack of Cheetos and Orange Crush, do NOT stand in front of the microwave while you are warming it up. A word to the wise is deficient.
Some people are saying that Hillary Clinton is evil, or crazy, or sick, or lying, or taking guns, or losing, or dumb, or crooked, or a murderer. Sad! I am not the type of person to repeat these rumors, but people are saying it. So there must be something there. So it bears repeating, but I’m not the guy repeating it. I’m just the guy retweeting it. Not the same.
In fact, I know there’s “something there.” There’s always something there. I am not losing this election, because I am smart, and smart people are winners, so I’m a winner, which makes me smart, which makes me not dumb, which makes me not a loser. So for all the people to be saying I’m losing right now means the entire world is rigged. It’s rigged, people. Any time I lose, it’s because someone cheated who wasn’t me. Therefore, I never really lose. Which makes me the biggest winner of all time. At a séance, Julius Caesar and Alexander the Great gave me the rest of the world, just gave it to me, like a purple heart, because next to me they are losers. And also dead. But they said to me “Mr Trump, blah blah blah” because they don’t speak English, which also makes them unusuable to come to this country on one of my world-famous H1-B visas.
The Most Interesting Man in the World? I’m still waiting for my residuals from a MEXICAN BEER stealing my biography. Not even an American beer! Dos Equis! They couldn’t come up with a real American-sounding name like Budweiser, Leinenkugel or like that? I’m sorry to tell you, that the Wall will also keep out non-American beers. But I have a lawyer looking into the other. Stay tort-y, my friends. I invented that line.
Hey, Rhea, I do know this! I am way past half a side of paper so… Nyah! And trees are over-rated. So hoax-y, with the global warming and the climate change and the carbon whatevers. Too much political correctness with the trees and the hugging. It’s disgusting! What’s next, marrying them?
Oh yeah, that reminds me. I beat Lindsey Graham because the gays, they love me. But not like the women do, OK? Nobody loves anybody in the history of the world the way they love me, especially the women, OK? Nobody in the history of the world. Especially the low education ones. Especially. Them. Low-education, it loves me. I will be the low-education President.
That’s all I know.
The End