We were just waiting for a story like this to come out. Weren’t we?
In the article, I wrote that Trump could not be reached for comment, but a spokesman said the man’s comments were “categorically untrue.”
The story ran below the fold in the business news section with the headline: How a Curious Visitor Beat Trump at the Casino Game [ed: see here].
And now I was holding for Mr. Trump.
Tell me if you think this account sounds likely.
There was no hello. But there was yelling, lots of yelling.
The word “shit” was used repeatedly as a noun and adjective.
I had shit for brains.
I worked for a shitty newspaper.
What sort of shit did I write.
Before I could reply, he hung up.
Does that sound like Trump to you? Yeah, me too.
Then he called my editor in Philadelphia, Craig Stock. Now it was Craig’s turn to “Hold for Mr. Trump.”
Craig was treated to the same Trumpian wordplay, but got an added treat. Trump referred to me as “that cunt.”
Yup. That sounds a lot like him.
Craig, a calm Iowan, asked Trump what was wrong with the story. He explained that The Inquirer would run a correction if the paper had made an error.
Trump snapped that he didn’t read the story.
“No one reads the story,” the 41-year-old blustered. “I read the headline and I didn’t like it.”
That sounds exactly like him.