A Trump Family in Sweden

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Once upon in time in the U.S. of A. lived a man named Donald Trump. He was a businessman and later lived in the White House, for just one term. His family consisted of:

A wife

Two older sons

One recent son (18)

One daughter

Sweden

I have a Swedish novel that has an uncanny resemblance to the Trumps. I don’t know why I didn’t detect it all along because I bought it at a dollar store, four years. It has the same number of family members and guess what? They have a home with a name. Donald Trump has Mar-a-Lago. How can you tell someone is a billionaire? They have a home with a name. Incredible.

I used to be addicted to this book, because of the stock exchange. I still don’t understand its legal business. Yes. It’s legal. Can you really sell barrels of crude oil, before it leaves the Alberta oil sands, Kuwait or Port Harcourt Nigeria, and corn, before it is grows knee high? The billionaire in the novel is also a great chef like Donald Trump. His home is a former castle, if I remember correctly and the family is of royalty persuasion so their home has been in the family for generations. Because this guy is a master in cooking the books, he turns it into a company asset. It is registered as such and apparently, there are tax implications.

This guy is untouchable. He dines with the king and queen. Sweden has a royal family? I didn’t know that. Now you know because I know now. Besides being a chef, he doesn’t want to acknowledge that Sweden is changing therefore, what was permissible in Swedish all-male country clubs can be fraud. Worse still, he has a tap like Donald Trump. All kinds of racist and sexist garbage gushes through as soon as he opens it. What brought him down though is his love for himself. He was so enamoured with NUMBER ONE, he loved his sons less, his only daughter less and his wife less, and she was the only one, not #1, #2 or #3.

Once upon a time in a country called Sweden.

Nonqaba waka Msimang

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