You can’t have missed it yesterday. Donald Trump’s announcement that he’s selling electronic trading cards featuring — naturally — himself. NFT cards, going for $99 each, for those who’ll spend real money to buy non-existent items. And in this case that real money goes directly into The Donald’s pocket.

For better or worse, he has certainly rocketed himself into the headlines again, although surely not with the commentary he’d hoped for. Incredulity and ridicule have rained down from all corners, even the most conservative. But to those who say Trump needs to fire the advisor who suggested this ridiculous ploy, I say Trump is more than capable of dreaming this up all by himself and taking great pride in having done so.

This from a former President of the United States! OMG! Run, Republicans. Run fast and far from this man while you still can. To continue to support him in any way makes you every bit as unhinged as he obviously is.

18 thoughts on “Seriously!?

  1. gull transitive verb: to take advantage of (one who is foolish or unwary): DECEIVE

    My wife is a fan of the old Andy Griffith show and has the DVD’s to show for it. One episode features “Barney’s First Car.” In it, Deputy Fife is taken in by an ad by a little old Christian lady who claims she never drives “her dead husband’s precious machine” more than 25 miles per hour and stops every 30 minutes to rest it. Also, check out the ads in the weekly Parade newspaper insert. Some aspects of human nature are eternal. Sigh.

    1. Gotta wonder how many of these cards he’s going to sell. On second thought, I’m not sure I want to know. “There’s a sucker born every minute.”

    1. Suckers. Plus, they are lucky they don’t live here. Doubt my HOA would allow that. (Frankly, these days I’m afraid to publicly display my political positions for fear of retaliation. Egged house, keyed car, etc.)

  2. Grift is the gift that keeps on deceiving. But this play feels different. More last chance, than quick con. Reeks of frozen assets, banks unwilling, lawyers hounding, and no one interested in a back nine fire sale. A pitch to tap out the dumbest of the dumb. A lack of pocket change hustle.

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