"Everything Trump does in the country now, he has done golf before"
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Everyone has talked about it. So I read that damn book, "Commander in Cheat", called "How golf explains Trump," by Rick Reilly. And, let's face it, it's very funny. The author, a reporter for "Sports Illustrated", is a fan of golf, the strange activity of pushing a small ball full of holes into a larger hole with a stick that is worth a fortune. All this on grass that you can only tread after having raked your bank account, since the simple fact of putting a nail on the said grass is as expensive as buying a sloop in Port- Vendres (well, I say it like that, without knowing what a sloop is or ever having been in Port-Vendres).
In short, Rick Reilly reconstructs the career of Donald Trump as a golfer, a licensed hustler, an avowed hacker, an absolute cheater. And if Reilly isn't criticizing Trump's policies, he is very angry with him for his behavior on the greens.
“Golf is like cycling shorts. It reveals the man,” he said.
At first, playing with Trump, Reilly asks him point blank, "Donald, why are you lying?" ". The other responds: "It looks better." From there, the author examines the titles of his interlocutor. His name appears at the top of the winner's plaques? Bullshit, Trump has never been to tournaments, sometimes he wasn't even in the same state! Out of 18 “championships” claimed, not one is genuine!
Trump applies the full panoply of the cheater: he pushes the ball with his foot, walks with four (four!) Spare balls in his pocket, requires his caddies to come out of the bunkers, only moves in cart (it is is like hanging out his shirts in the Sistine Chapel, Reilly says), pushes the players ahead, announces points that don't exist, awards himself medals he never had, and pretends to be a handicap 2 (if Trump is a 2, Reilly writes, Queen Elizabeth is a pole vault champion).
Systematic change of all scores
Its rules: 1) it's not cheating if you don't get caught up in the bag; 2) if you insult your opponent enough, he will crash; 3) the best part of the game is when the other player is writing you a check. How it works: the Trump Bump. Understand: the systematic change of all scores. At noon it was 77. In the afternoon, 75. In the evening, 72. His skyscraper in New York has 90 stories (but, in reality, 70). His clubs are (he says) in the top 100 of "Golf Digest" (in fact, not a single one). His Westchester club is declared for a value of 50 million dollars (but he sues the town which taxes him on a value of 11 million, a figure too high according to him). He does not pay the artisans who remodel his greens (no golf architect wants to work with him anymore). He boasts of having a great club in Aberdeen, Scotland (which loses $ 4.5 million a year).
He had a plaque placed at Trump Washington to commemorate the battle of "The River of Blood" during the Civil War. Problem: There has never been a battle there. He had his crest (quite simply "borrowed" from the Davies family) stamped on the towels of his golf clubs, balls, T-shirts.
President Woodrow Wilson was playing golf - badly. Harding was drinking - and died on a green. Coolidge was bored of golf, and gave up his clubs when leaving the White House. Franklin Roosevelt was an excellent golfer, before he got polio at 39. Harry Truman preferred the piano. Eisenhower walked into his office in his spiked shoes. He liked golf, but golf didn't like him. JFK was playing well, but had back pain. Lyndon Johnson used golf to convey his decisions to his partners. Nixon became a good golfer after Watergate (which was therefore beneficial for him on the sport side). Gerald Ford has stunned a lot of people with misdirected bullets. Bush I was always in a hurry to get to the end. Clinton watched the girls on the green (and was a dream partner). Obama was a serious, focused player.
Trump is a fucking pheasant. As Reilly writes:
"Everything Trump does in the country now, he has done golf before."
I forgot: he also has his name and his (false) coat of arms printed on the toilet paper of his clubs.
