Trump Claims He Hangs Out At Mar-a-Lago To Be With ‘Regular People’ — Who Pay $200k To Be There

Earlier today, Think Progress columnist Aaron Rupar wrote a piece revealing that Oval 45 and his handlers think the Mar-a-Lago resort allows the new president to mingle with “regular Americans.”

Membership at this local club, the Palm Beach version of say, the VFW or the American Legion, carries a regular American initiation fee of $200,000. That’s a 100 percent increase from the bargain basement price of $100,000 before the Orange Menace became president.

Rupar was quick to mention that most of Oval 45’s base will never be regular American enough to join this club. The $200k is about four times the household annual income of a regular American family. Oh, I almost forgot, after the initiation fee there is the matter of the $14,000 annual cost to maintain the membership. Only slightly more than your regular American Fake-News subscription.

Sam Dangremond, writing for Town and Country Magazine, earlier this month gives a brief history of the mansion, former home to cereal heiress, Marjorie Merriweather Post. Once Trump became the owner of the property he was just like any other regular American homeowner. A little remodeling to make it his own, just like you would if you were buying a new home. Dangremond noted some of the more regular American amenities added during the renovation.

Trump turned Mar-a-Lago into a private club in 1995 and built a 20,000-square-foot ballroom with $7 million in gold leaf. He also spent $100,00 on four gold-plated sinks. Basically, there’s gold everywhere you look.

Much like the Cheeto-in-Chief the old building has a spray on golden hue throughout. I mean, who doesn’t have a golden sink in the master bath? Don’t you put your investments in gold to protect from uncertain markets?

No, these are not regular folks at Mar-a-Lago

To pretend that the folks at Mar-a-Lago are regular Americans is insanely stupid. Regular Americans don’t pay 200k plus to join a club where they can eat supper without having to worry about some “regular American” that doesn’t know the difference between the fish fork and the salad fork. The only thing this President knows about regular Americans is how to screw them out of their hard-earned pay with fake universities. Or perhaps, not paying contractors hired to do a job then refusing to pay, force them to court and settle for pennies on the dollar. That’s how Herr Orange mingles with “regular Americans.”

Imagining the concerns and interest of those patrons who recently were privy to national security briefings, or mugging for the camera with the “nuclear football,” are the same as a family from Pahokee, FL is a cold slap in the face to the regular Americans fighting to survive every day. According to Only In Your State, the percentage of families in Pahokee living below the poverty line is 35.9 percent. Pahokee is 44 miles west of Mar-a-Lago.

Real life “regular Americans”

There are regular Americans all over Florida the President could mingle with to hear their concerns. I am sure there are plenty more in the Washington D.C .area or even in New York City where the First Lady currently lives. Regular Americans don’t belong to exclusive country clubs. They don’t have their own planes or helicopters at their disposal. They’re too busy trying to find out what is going to happen to their healthcare. Or worrying if someone they love is going to be swept away in the next ICE raid on the block. Regular Americans don’t earn in a lifetime what it cost for the President to travel to his private resort for one weekend.

Somehow I just don’t see the clientele at Mar-a-Lago being comfortable at the all-you-can-eat buffet down at the Golden Corral. But I bet regular Americans would fit right in.

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Jefferson Adams

An old white angry progressive liberal who is determined to make sure the current occupant of the Oval Office goes into history as the absolute worst person ever to claim the title of POTUS. Otherwise, I live happily in Northeast Florida while trying to figure out whether to leave the rat race, or become a faster rat.

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