I have to say I’m quite enjoying all the banter! I wonder is the course this good?
Sarah Malone, the executive vice-president of Trump International Golf Links, also hit out with a few jabs including a thinly veiled reference to the beeb turning a blind eye to Jimmy Saville’s sex crimes "It just goes to show that recent criticism of the BBC's lack of sound editorial judgement to be correct. It is not a documentary - it is a piece of propaganda that is wildly inaccurate, defamatory and deliberately misleading."
However the best blow came from a journalist called Sam Wollaston's in The Guardian newspaper in which he compares Trump antics to doing a massive shite. Read the full article here Once upon a time a man with a golden fleece on his head named Donald Fart flew in his private aeroplane from America to Scot Land with a whole bunch of his cronies. And he decided he was going to squat down on the coast of Scot Land and do a massive shite. But the place he decided he was going to do it – on the east coast, or the west coast, Mr Fart wasn't sure which – turned out to be a site of special scientific interest, a unique habitat of dunes, one of the last of its kind. There was a sign in the sand that said, quite clearly, No Doing Massive Shites Here.More more more, bravo bravo!
But the politicians – well some of them – saw only the private jet, and the fleet of Range Rovers with blacked-out windows, and the dollar signs. They were impressed, and they were dazzled by the golden fleece on Donald's head. So they pulled up that sign, and they smoothed over a patch of sand so Mr Fart could do his business. They pulled up clumps of rare special scientific interest grass to wipe him with afterwards; and I'm afraid they finished the job off with their tongues.
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