Once upon a time, there was a self-made billionaire. Or so goes the legend that Donald Trump still carries around like a gold-framed family portrait. Except in the picture, it's his father sitting there - with a checkbook in one hand and a suitcase full of casino chips in the other. In December 1990, as the Trump empire was shaking like a poorly poured concrete pillar, Fred Trump sprang into action. Through a lawyer, the 85-year-old casually purchased three million dollars’ worth of chips - directly at the Trump Castle Casino. Not to gamble, of course, but to provide his son with the urgently needed liquidity. Some might call it family loyalty. Or money laundering with love.
The move was so conspicuously inconspicuous that even analysts were stunned: the junior supposedly had almost no cash left, so how was he suddenly able to make an $18.4 million payment to his bondholders? Easy - Daddy showed up. As always. That the transaction may have skirted state reporting requirements probably didn’t matter in Trump’s world. As long as the facades stayed golden, the spotlights stayed on - and the myth of the brilliant businessman remained intact. When you're born that rich, you don't need a plan. Just a father with credit.
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Und so agiert er heute noch, nur dass er sich nun an den USA bedient, nicht mehr bei seinem Vater.
Nur ist sein Vater schon lange tot und danach kamen diverse Insolvenzen.
Was sagt das? Er ist nicht in der Lage erfolgreich und vor allem legal Unternehmen zu führen.
Noch weniger kann er die USA führen.
Was für ein Kasper LOL