DURST: Voting for The Donald
I would have thought Larry Holmes had a better chance of copping the role of Laura in an Off Broadway production of "Glass Menagerie" before I said this out loud, but, well, here goes: Donald Trump is my man. Yes, New York's billionaire real estate tycoon, you know, the one whose ego dwarfs the Planet Jupiter? Yeah, the guy who plasters his name on everything from casinos to hotels to supermodel girlfriends like a buttoned down tagger. Probably tattoos his dog. Anyhow, The Donald just proposed a new tax to erase the national debt, save Social Security, cut taxes for the middle class, lower cholesterol and grease the chute for a populist fun ride into a custom fit Reform Party nomination. Wouldn't be surprised to hear he's guaranteed it as a cure for the common cold as well as a foolproof oven cleaner and destroyer of Michael Bolton's vocal cords. The deal is, he'd impose a one-time 14.25 percent tax on the net worth of people and trusts worth more than $10 million. Imagine that: one of their own, manning the runaway tax hose soaking the rich at a carefully orchestrated photo op. He figures to raise $5.7 trillion, 725 million of it from him, based on an estimated worth of $5 billion. This is called coyote ambition. When you'd rather gnaw off your own arm than lose a chance at the Presidency. Of course we'd see a lot of deca-millionaires suddenly contract a severe case of the generosities. giving away money impetuously to charities conveniently dropping them from eight digit territory down into the high seven digit pauper trough. With you and me. Sounds like a win-win situation here. Will Durst wouldn't lose any sleep over it.