The Trumps are all high rollers. Eric and Donald Junior went on a pub crawl in tiny Doonbeg, when they were vacationing on the taxpayers’ dime in Ireland. They made the magnanimous gesture of buying the entire house rounds of drinks, but at the end of the night, walked out without laying down so much as a tuppence. Irish Mirror
“They thanked everyone for their support and for coming out to meet them and said there was a drink for everyone in the house and it was their small gesture.”
“They’re loving the reception they are getting. When they came into the pub they said they wouldn’t get this welcome in New York.”
That is a statement of fact. So, the Trump sons merrily played around, pulling drinks behind the bar and playing the role of generous guests and benevolent aristocrats, let’s hear it for noblesse oblige. And that lasted until the end of the night when their true nature came out and they skipped out without paying the check.
…Mrs Kennedy [owner] said she isn’t sure how much the bill came to and joked the brothers didn’t carry any cash.
When asked how it was paid for she said: “We’ll get the money later we were told there’d be no fear of it.
“I don’t think we’ve to worry about getting paid for that. I don’t think they carry cash. We were told it’d be all sorted later so there’s no problem.
So spaketh any number of Trump contractors and they’re still waiting. Oh, well. Maybe the owner of the funeral home in Clare that rented Trump four limos to the tune of $116,000 per mile can kick down the bar bill to the lady. God knows s/he made a killing on the Trumps — at U.S. taxpayers’ expense, of course.
It must be a fascinating experience to live a consequence-free life and somebody else always picks up the tab. Damn, that must be something. No wonder these airheads conduct themselves as they do. Life on life’s terms is for the yous and mes and fair play in life or in business is a thought that has never entered their minds. They don’t live by any rules or any standards that the common man or woman knows, yet they publish books and go on television telling us all how to be in the world — as if they had the slightest idea. I would love to watch how Eric or Junior would function without Daddy’s backfield. That would be a reality show I would tune in to watch. “The Trump Boys Go To Work.” I doubt if they’d make it until noon of the same day. And if they went out later for a beer and didn’t pay the check they’d go to jail.