I missed this MoDo piece and found Trump's increasingly vitriolic comments in retort to Rosie O'Donnell's mocking of his "standing behind" Miss Bimbo USA (a great coke-sniffing Kentucky Christian) distasteful. But I like the paragraph posted in this snippet; go here for the entire column.
And BTW - Trump lied when he said (refuting Rosie) he did not file bankruptcy; it was corporate, not personal, but he still walked away from a bundle of debts while still having appointing his cat box with gold-dipped poop.
Donald Trump gives me an interview, though he has his doubts.
“I would like the interview to be in the Sunday paper,” he says.
He can’t be worried about his exposure, so it must be his boundless appetite for bigger/taller/glitzier that makes him yearn for the larger readership of Sunday.
“Me, too,” I reply. “But the only way that’s going to happen is if I give Frank Rich my notes and let him write the column.”
“I like Frank Rich,” he says, his voice brimming with appreciation for a man whose circulation is bigger than mine.
“Me, too,” I say.Kurt Andersen, who jousted with the Donald as an editor at Spy, celebrates the “Daffy Duck” of deal-making in New York magazine this week as one of the “Reasons to Love New York,” calling him “our 21st century reincarnation of P. T. Barnum and Diamond Jim Brady, John Gotti minus the criminal organization, the only white New Yorker who lives as large as the blingiest, dissiest rapper — de trop personified.”
When I call De Trop Trump at Mar-a-Lago, he’s still ranting about “that big, fat slob Rosie O’Donnell.” When he granted Tara Conner, the naughty beauty queen, a second chance this week, Rosie made a crack on “The View” about an oft-married snake-oil salesman not being the best person to pass moral judgments. He slimed back, and the Great American Food Fight was on.
This past year was rife with mistakes — global mistakes, bigoted tirades, underwear mishaps. Winding up 2006, I asked the celebrity arbiter of who-can-stay and who-must-go about redemption.
In the case of Hollywood’s overexposed and underdressed young ladies of the night, Mr. Trump judiciously notes that in some cases, carousing is good for your career. His rule is, the more talented you are, the less you should mindlessly party. But if mindlessly partying is your talent, go for it.“Britney,” he says, “doesn’t carry it off as well as Paris.”
How about those other international party girls, the Bush twins?
“When you’re a president who has destroyed the lives of probably a million people, our soldiers and Iraqis who are maimed and killed — you see children going into school in Baghdad with no arms and legs — I don’t think Bush’s kids should be having lots of fun in Argentina,” he says.