For Mr. Trump, blind trust is encapsulated in one phrase: "believe me." It intends that those who listen have faith not so much in his words as in his very being. It is the predicate for the seemingly bizarre and twisted logic of his personal Cruella de vil, Kellyanne Conway, that we should judge Mr. Trump not by what comes out of his mouth but what's in his heart.
And so when Mr. Trump informs us that he is not bound by long held ethical guidelines to divest himself of holdings or even to separate himself from continued control of them, except for the paper thin veneer of transfer to his children, we have to believe. For if we have abiding faith that, in his heart, Mr. Trump will build a wall (paid for by Mexico) between himself and his family, then we have nothing to fear but fear itself.
We now start down the perilous path of a Trump presidency with virtually nothing to hold onto for assurance that our country will survive this man. Nothing, that is, except blind trust.
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On May 1, 1970, my first day of employment at what was then the world’s largest metals and mining corporation, I was summoned to the office Mr. Maury Grizet, VP of Sales. Before leaving his office, after a short introduction and chat, he proffered the following advice: “Never take your pants off until you see a naked broad in the bed.” Advice I took to heart and still cling to. The two short phrases that trip my internal BS alarm more than any others are “Trust Me” and “Believe Me."
JE
One of your better articles. And so true.
RR
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