During his tenure as president of the United States, Donald Trump’s evenings as a public servant were based on an established routine. When he went to bed at 6:30 p.m. with the giant hamburger and the bucket of Diet Coke, with the vanity televisions set to “channels that talk about me,” Trump liked nothing more than chatting on the phone with this or that billionaire. He would complain, he would curse, he would divulge things, and when they finally ended the call, the billionaire who had been on the other end of the line would immediately call one of the other billionaires to laugh about it all behind his back. “What a fucking idiot,” Rupert Murdoch once commented after finishing a call with Trump in which Murdoch had to explain that, in reality, the Silicon Valley elite did not “need” Trump’s help, as Trump imagined, after having enjoyed eight years in which they “practically ran” the Obama administration. Obviously, Murdoch is a notorious idiot; almost the Regina George (from ‘Mean Girls’) of everything. But, also obviously, he was one of the special guys who was officially given “authorized to call” status in the Trump White House, meaning they could contact him at any time. Plastic meets plastic.
So, as much as I’m enjoying all the miles of complex in-depth coverage wondering what the current crop of billionaires who support him want from Trump, I can’t help but remember a comment from the ‘Succession’ tech billionaire who is trying to look for business in the American power and attends a pre-election party. “I thought these people would be very complicated,” he reflects. “But they are not. ”It’s basically just money and gossip.” ”Oh yeah, that’s all there is,” is the response. ”Money and gossip“.
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