Yuge

Let’s take a trip to Queens, New York where it all began. To tell the tale of rising of a <self proclaimed> tremendous man. 

With fathers deep fat pockets and a 60 million start, little orange fingers set to take the world a part.

Investing in hotels then buying out the dump, trading names and owners made his ego Trump. 

Then, there was a problem that faced the Orange man, rent control prohibited the growth of his big plans.

His investments started tanking, which caused the banks to fret. If Trump couldn’t pay the bills they’d all be in some debt. A bailout seemed the best thing, to fix this mess for all, but in the end we know how payday loans only slow the fall. 

After being in the spotlight since the age of eight, The Apprentice allowed the selfish man to make himself look great!

“You’re Fired!” fed an ego that was already much too large, a facade of successful business and the power of being in charge. 

We’re told when we are small that we can be anything if we try, but clearly being president is something only the rich and powerful can buy. 

An empire with a following fueled by fear and hate, pushing the agenda of us versus them to ‘make America ‘great’.

Let’s build a wall, beat ‘em up and show ‘em our iron fist!

“You’re fired Mexico, and all you brown rapists!”

Grab those pussies and toss em out, get back the good old days. Back where being rich and white came with fiscal praise. 

What’s funny is the following, who aren’t being rewarded, by the policies put in place that leave the poor working class aborted. Yet, even still they wear their red hats with pride as big oil kills their back yard - chanting support for liars who <at the end of the day> pay them no regard.  

In the end, when all that matters is yourself, your money, fate and fame. When all your words are twisted to put you further in your game. When you breed fear in others to lure in the unknowing stooge. You might have figured out Trump’s recipe for how to become “yuge”.