Seven hundred-fifty dollars. That is the supposed whopping number our billionaire “leader” paid in federal income taxes the year he had the audacity to run for president, as well as the year he had the audacity to enter into office. No seriously, the audacity.
But wait. How on earth are we not talking about the elephant in the room? No, not the leader of the Republican party, but the fact that I promise you all, I easily dropped that much last week when I was like, “Wow, I’m the perfect combination of sad and bored right now, let’s go shopping!” And don’t you dare lie to me. I know you all can go to town at Target too. All the toiletries? Check. Cute, seasonal clothes that you’ll still wear even though everyone else has the same ones too? Obviously. Food? Yes, Target has it all.
And who really knows how the bill gets so high, but you can’t help it. It’s Target, for crying out loud! I’ve never done hard drugs, but I can imagine the high I feel walking into Target isn’t so far off from the euphoria induced from heroin. And to think, what your average person could drop in a reckless, but overall harmless, shopping binge is what Donald J. Trump paid in taxes in 2016 and 2017. And let’s not forget that out of the last fifteen years, he paid zero in ten of those.
Is anyone surprised? Is anyone really that shocked? This man has gotten away with criminal offense after criminal offense without any repercussions. At this point, I am more likely to be arrested by my best friend for not inviting them on my shopping spree. I mean, the audacity of me, though.