Keep an eye on this for the next several days. The Washington Post just reported that, in a typically self aggrandizing move to stoke his voracious ego, Trump ordered that his name appear in the “signatory” line on the emergency stimulus checks that are scheduled to begin flowing out to millions of Americans next month.
By now we are all used to Trump’s particular affinity for bullshit grandstanding in order to stoke his own voracious ego at the expense of those working around him. It’s kind of like shoving the President of Montenegro out of the way for a front row slot for a world leader group photo op. But this time it’s just a little different.
The problem is that Trump isn’t entitled to sign the fucking checks. Federal funds, disbursed according to federal law, are to go out under the signature of the Treasury Secretary, not the brainless boneheaded President of the United States. Why do you think that The Munchkin Man, and his B-movie actress wife went flying off, elbow length gloves included, to have their pictures taken with the first rows of $100 bills as they came off of the presses with Munchkins name on them?
Mark my words, this is going to cause trouble, and lots of it. Just because I’m his brother doesn’t mean that I can sign my name to his checks to pay my monthly bills. There are going to be legal court challenges to these Treasury Department checks going out with any name other than the Treasury Secretary’s on them. And who is going to be getting these checks? That’s right, those poor enough that they don’t have to file tax returns, or those too poor to be able to have a checking account for their refunds to be direct deposited to.
We have seen this cheap, lame shit before. We saw it when His Lowness skipped out of a GOP primary debate because his delicate, sensitive little snowflake fee-fees were bruised, and held a veterans fundraiser instead. His fundraiser was oversubscribed by rich shitpokes who wanted ambassadorships under a Trump administration, and allowed Trump to accumulate months of interest on millions of dollars of funds, before the Washington Post’s David Fahrenthold finally shamed him into cutting some checks. Only this time, he’s fucking with the most vulnerable and the worst off among us. Rot in hell, motherfucker.
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