There are a few things you can always expect driving up the West Coast Highway on a Friday
- a weird homeless guy screaming on the corner of 59th street about the nearing apocalypse
- a miserable amount of traffic which starts bybrhat homeless guy and ends somewhere in the 201 area code
- the sight of the president elect's great accomplishment, an entire NYC neighborhood adorning his name
Well, I guess two out of three ain't bad. Today, as I was driving past Trump village, I looked over and noticed that in front of the big gold T-R-U-M-P letters was plywood, a sight that El Presidente cannot be happy about. Apparently the residents of three of the buildings caused enough of a stink that they had management change the names of the buildings from Trump Place to 140, 160 and 180 Riverside Avenues.
It's a bit much honestly, you decided to move in to those buildings fully aware that they were marketed as Trump but now you are too good for them. It's completely within your right to complain and use your collective power to change it but to get on this holier than thou mentality is what bothers me. Trump has been the same egotistical, tacky menacing creep for as long as NYC has known him. He embraced the birther thing nearly a decade ago, he has looked like a blown up Macy's balloon, he's the epitome of tacky.
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