His projects are blazoned with brassy Trump logos, a number of which my sign company subsidized over the years — not intentionally, but that’s how it works: Among contractors, Trump is famous for not paying his bills.
His underlings drag you out, then singyou a song: “We’ve got staff attorneys; you pay by the hour. We can afford to fight. You can’t. Be a good guy. You’ll make it up on the next job!”
Famous last words! I've heard them a million times. It's the inverse of "We'll make it up on volume." The bully and the fool personified.
Lobbing back reactions left me plenty of bandwidth to contemplate the oxymoron — literally, “sharp-dull” — that defines the man. He can’t see past his own aura, yet folks scramble to lard him with loot. What does he have? A black-hole force field that bends light. Solipsism as charisma.
Arrogant jerks are a dime a dozen. You don't do business with them. You do business for them. You have to sell a little bit of your soul to get involved with them. They know that. They're happy to take it...with a smile or a laugh.
He dismissed me: “Clerks take care of that.”I've heard that line a few times as well. Jags are always above the details...like paying their bills. You don't work for a celebrity weasel for money...you work for the privilege of basking in his aura...or the slim hope that he'll bless you with a seat on his star ship.
Deals to a conman are never win-win. They're win-lose. And the pipsqueaks never win.
Incredible. There I am, thinking he’s called me in to discuss my unpaid bills, and he’s looking to generate more. “You want me to drop everything and fly to Vegas on my own dime?”
So brazen. So typical of the conman. Stun the mark by kicking the larcenous sting up a notch: "It's not about you. It's not about anyone else. It's about me. I'm selling you down the river. Why resent it? Be grateful. Enjoy the ride!"
When confronted by a weasel, honest men don't walk away. They run!