Mr. Trump is, indeed, against "Medical and Civil Benefits" being extended to same-sex couples in addition to being against gay marriage. He hasn't yet decided whether I should be able to visit LoverBoy in the hospital. He said it as one of his clear answers to a clear question. And if you'd been the one who has been discriminated against in your life, or ignored, or demeaned, or told that you can't marry, or told that you're a disappointment to your parents because of your lifestyle choices, or don't have equal benefits or rights, or had been taxed to the tune of $3,700 per year on your partner's medical insurance, then perhaps you would feel differently. Until you've been called a queer while riding on a city bus with your partner, there's so little room to pass judgment. Shut your pie hole, comes to mind.
Beyond that, he's got horrible hair. But I think he loves that. And I think it's kind of sexy. It's given him a whole new level of attraction and provides the media something to chat about. I tend to like his black and whiteness. He shoots like me. Only I'm open minded and he's not. He's rich and I'm not. He likes multiple numbers of pretty women and I don't (except for staring relentlessly at their tanned, deep cleavage). You know, I'm more than willing, sort of, to put up with listening to your ideas and thoughts and what you believe. But the moment you dive into territory that you've never been a part of -- the moment you start casting judgment against me and my people -- you're in trouble. So, yeah, go and be big and rich and famous and let the wind blow through your colored hair while you sit in your Madison Avenue suite. The Donald's disconnect with the real world is clear. He's up there and I'm down here.
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