Notes from the diary of an old man:
They said it was illegal to campaign from a police station. That’s okay, I’ll just do it.
They said it was illegal to campaign from a particular section of Arlington Cemetery. That’s okay, I’ll just do it.
They said I owed that woman several millions of dollars. That’s okay, I’ll just not pay it.
They said I couldn’t take certain documents home to store in the bathroom. That’s okay, it’s a large bathroom.
Do I support a total ban on abortion? I’m not sure, what day is it and what state am I in?
Do I think the government should pay for IVF? I’m not sure, what day is it, what state am I in and what do those initials stand for?
Do I have any money? Of course I do. I am a za-billionaire. But that’s okay I don’t need to pay my bills.
Can people send me money? Of course. And sometimes I’ll send them something in return. Here are some past examples of my business acumen:
My University – oops
My casino – oops
My steaks – oops
Current ‘products’ for sale:
My golden tennis shoes. – Hmm
A constitutional bible. – What?
A rag from one of my suits. – (Webster definition of ‘rag’: a waste piece of cloth)
An NFT – which I believe means cyber-space, not able to hang on the wall.
A photo-shopped photo. – teehee
Coming Soon:
You send me ‘real’ money and I’ll send you crypto (or cryptic aka non-existent money). – yea
Thinking it all over and I’ll just give myself a 
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