Отличная статья

Один из ghostwriters Трампа, не Tony Schwartz, который написал "The Art of the Deal", а другой, Charles Leerhsen, который написал "Surviving at the Top", опубликовал очень смешную статью о своем опыте с Трампом в период, когда Трамп нес эти огромные убытки, описанные на днях NYT, "Hello!".

Trump, the billion-dollar loser — I was his ghostwriter and saw it happen

Очень всем рекомендую. Статья короткая и очень хорошо написана.

Вот, например, эпизод. Поклонник ли вы Трампа, или совсем наоборот -- по-моему, трудно не согласиться, что это quintessential Trump.

On days when there were no broadlooms or chenilles to ponder, we would sit around his office and shoot the breeze while (as we now know) out there someplace in the real world, his businesses were hemorrhaging cash. He’d talk about the Yankees, show me pictures of Marla Maples (whom he was then romancing while still married to Ivana) and tell me obviously made-up stories, such as how he had just the other day seen a beautiful, completely naked woman on the street. “Put that in the book!” he’d say, and I’d pretend to write it down.

Или вот история не хуже:

Once during a lull I told him a story I thought he’d like to hear about how I had just taken the Trump Shuttle to Washington, and as we flew through a storm the plane had been struck by lightning. I commended the pilot for the way he handled the incident; he had gotten on the loudspeaker to tell the passengers what had happened and to reassure them.

But instead of being pleased to hear that, Trump, using the general number, immediately dialed the shuttle to demand to know why he hadn’t been informed about what had happened. Unfortunately it took about 10 rings before it was answered by a woman who said, “Good morning, Trump Shuttle.” By then he was purple with rage. “This ... is ... Donald ... Trump!” he growled. For the poor woman, it must have been like working at Popeye’s and getting a call from the sailor man himself. “Why did it take so long to answer this phone?” Trump demanded. Then, after bawling her out for a minute or two, he hung up abruptly, forgetting why he had called in the first place.

Или вот:

One day he told me a sobering story about seeing a homeless person on the street and realizing that man was better off than he was because the homeless man had nothing while he, Trump, had less than zero. Because Trump doesn’t ever walk down the street, would never notice a homeless person if he did and the story involved a degree of introspection, I knew it couldn’t be true and that he was probably parroting something he’d heard someone else say. Still, I included it in the revised introduction.

Let’s just say he didn’t like it. The harsh phone call I got began: “This ... is ... Donald ... Trump.” That’s how I knew he’d built a nicely carpeted compartment around his colossal failures, and moved on.

Но вообще, по-моему, главная фраза: "Each day was a string of such nonsensical moments."

К периоду президентства Трампа это точно так же относится.