The New York Times did a profile on Donald Trump’s lifelong butler (OF COURSE he has a goddamn butler), and the man who was worked at Donald Trump‘s Mar-a-Lago mansion for the past 60-years opened up about The Donald’s steak eating habits and how he cuts his own hair like some sort of plebeian.
By far the most disturbing passage from the NYT profile is the piece about how Donald Trump takes his steak, it’s got me thinking that Trump’s some sort of psychopath because there’s no other explanation for why he’d eat his meat like he does:
He understands Mr. Trump’s sleeping patterns and how he likes his steak (“It would rock on the plate, it was so well done”), and how Mr. Trump insists — despite the hair salon on the premises — on doing his own hair.
I mean, what the FUCK? I’m being 100% earnest right now, how in the hell can we ever elect a man who eats his steak extremely well done? If he doesn’t have a discerning enough palate to taste properly cooked meat and instead prefers meat cooked to the point that it is devoid of all flavor and juice then how in the shit do we expect him to have the finesse to handle international relations?
He’s dealing in absolutes here. Donald Trump wants his meat cooked one way and one way only: completely fucking torched. Trump can’t even see that he’s doing something the wrong way because it’s the way he does it, so he assumes it’s the right way, and in the context of a Commander-In-Chief that’s some scary as fuck behavior. On this list of steak temperatures Trump scores a ‘dog will refuse’
Other amazing excerpts from the New York Times‘ profile on Trump’s butler include the hiring of a band to play ‘Hail to the Chief’ when Donald Trump’s feeling down and out:
Mr. Senecal knows how to stroke his ego and lift his spirits, like the time years ago he received an urgent warning from Mr. Trump’s soon-to-land plane that the mogul was in a sour mood. Mr. Senecal quickly hired a bugler to play “Hail to the Chief” as Mr. Trump stepped out of his limousine to enter Mar-a-Lago.
Also, Trump doesn’t like to swim…What kind of man doesn’t like to go swimming?
The butler’s up-close observations of Mr. Trump over the years have revealed not only the mogul’s quirks — Mr. Trump rarely appears in bathing trunks, for example, and does not like to swim — but also his habitual, self-soothing exaggerations.
It’s a pretty fascinating read in full, so I suggest you click on over to The New York Times and check it out, because it’ll be one of the better things you read today.