Seriously, Donald Trump is like the worst person in the world. It’s tough to imagine someone you don’t like offering to give money to charity, and you liking them less as a result, but kudos to Trump for paving the road to that particular place.
To be fair, we did enjoy your impression of Dr. Evil as you sat behind your very big desk and shouted into the camera, vowing to contribute “five mill-ion dol-lars!” to the charity of the president’s choice if he releases “to my satisfaction!” all of his college records and passport applications by, appropriately enough, Halloween at 5 p.m.
Seriously, Donald Trump, if you’ve got $5 Million to spend on charity, don’t play this game. Just give it to charity. Don’t waste the finite amount of time the President of the United States has on your paranoid nonsense. Just give the money to charity.
Also, passport applications? I’m pretty disorganized, but I’m not sure if I was better organized that I could just pull up all of the passport applications I’ve made in a week. And I’m not in the middle of, you know, running for president. Do you keep them? Would the government keep the passport applications of a 7 year old (or whatever) kid from Hawaii from when he went to visit his dad, like years after it had expired? That’s such a strange request. And really, can you imagine Obama using the last week of the campaign to argue with Trump about if that was really all, and the correct, passport applications to his satisfaction? That’s just bizarre.
Seriously, MikeBoyScout, if you’ve got $10,000 to spend on charity, don’t play games with silly bets. Just give it to charity.
re 1: He probably will if you post your real name address and phone number.
Go on. Don’t be a chicken.
How about an initiative to label Donald Trump a horse’s ass? He deserves it almost as much as the first guy.
Passport applications? You fill out the form, hand it to the guy at the post office and then passport comes in the mail. I don’t remember keeping my applications.
Not sure WTF he’s even talking about.
Also, who the fuck has their college application forms from 19 fucking 79?!?
These things weren’t filled out on computer…they were hand written or done on a typewriter.
I applied to college for the 1979 school year—same time Obama applied to Occidental College. I’m pretty fucking sure I didn’t hunt down a public photocopy machine to keep a copy of my application. I just filled it out and mailed it in.
Even when applying to graduate school (1988 for MS at Wisconsin, 1990 for PhD at Penn State), I might be able to find some old back-up media (Bernoulli drive or the likes) from which to recover my personal statement, but I most certainly don’t have copies of the applications.
Donald Trump is a fucking nutjob!
# 5: Boy, did that bring back memories!
When I was a high school senior applying for college (1974-75), copy machines were new and rare. I remember I didn’t see my first one until I actually got to college. It used the old thermographic paper where the print would disappear within a few months. Back then, if you didn’t use carbon paper when you typed it, you were usually out of luck. And using carbon paper on a multi-paged form was problematic. Oh, and white-out hadn’t yet been invented.
So how many colleges received my application? Two. Although the application fee was small, that’s all I could afford. My father had died two years earlier, and my part-time job went to pay for food in our household, and I had to save money for the summer. My mother was a school-teacher, didn’t earn much, and didn’t get paid at all during the summer months.
So when I learned the day after graduation that my promised summer job was gone, a casualty of the Gerald Ford Rescession of 1974-75, I jumped in my car, drove two hours, and registered for summer quarter at the state university where I was admitted. Back then Social Security paid enough for tuition, books, dorm, and meals five days a week until I turned 21. I took a part-time job as a short-order cook to pay for food over the weekend and give me a few bucks in my pocket, the rest I sent home. I lived on 10 dollars a week, having to choose between eating meals on weekends, taking a girl out on a date, or trying to roam the local college bars to meet girls.
I realized how little paper was created or saved back then when my Mother died and I had to help clean out our old home. Every important paper she or my father had over their lifetimes fit into a small two-drawer file cabinet – and the drawers were only half full.
Included in the paperwork was a letter from the U.S. Army, informing my Dad that he was discharged from the Inactive Reserve – by reason of his death. I guess we were supposed to forward it to him somewhere?
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Oh, and white-out hadn’t yet been invented.
I recall multi-part applications, in different colors, that had to be filled out with a typewriter.
I recall also that I had a different bottle of Liquid Paper for each paper color that year.
Eventually someone I knew had a computer and he re-typed my personal narrative statement into his computer and printed it out so that there would be no typing errors.
After making the 60 mile drive to his place and back, I proudly showed my completed forms to a friend, who noticed that I had misspelled the word liaison.
Yup. ‘nother 120 mile round trip.
At least gas was only 77 cents.
I think I could find that for you, if you wanted.
“Seriously, Donald Trump is like the worst person in the world.”
More like the most irrelevant person in the world, although “most annoying” comes in a close second.
Also, a typo needs to be corrected; it should read:
“Seriously, Donald Blowhard is like the worst person in the world.”
@4,5 — Man, you guys are making me feel old. I don’t even remember filling out my student deferment application in 1965, but somewhere in my files I still have my Selective Service card classifying me as S-2 — I made sure I kept that document!*
* But as all the sentient readers of this blog (not you, trolls) know, I eventually graduated from college, enlisted, and served a tour of duty in Vietnam while Missionary Mitt was living the good life in a French chateau. Btw, it’s not clear to me which Selective Service classification covers that. There doesn’t seem to be one expressly for non-ministers performing missionary service for a church organization.
# 7: If you knoew someone who “had a computer”, and you had white-out in different colors, you were in a class which graduated from high school after I did. Consumer technology was moving very fast at that time, mostly based on silicon chips.
The big consumer technology around 1975 was the Texas Instruments pocket calculator – you had to pay over a hundred bucks for one which would do calculus calculations – and this was when I was making less than two bucks an hour! The closest thing offices had to a word processor program was an IBM typewriter with a 1/2 line display and a storage card which could hold only a short page of text. Apple launched it’s first computer about that time, but it couldn’t do much without the needed applications – it was mostly for playing rudimentary games like “pong”.
It took the Apple II to make the leap into word processing and spreadsheet software. In the meantime IBM drove Tandy and it’s other small competiters out of business with it’s first PC – I remember visiting the IBM store in downtown Seattle about 1985, and realizing that if by some miracle I could buy the computer, I couldn’t also afford the printer. The Apple MacIntosh arrived in time for the 1984 Olympics (remember the ad equating George Orwell’s “1984” with IBM/Microsoft), and it took Microsoft several years to match the “look and feel” with it’s Windows program.
Now, mainframes were another matter. Many had lots of computing power and custom-driven software which could be used as a word processing program. But you had to work for te government, a major company, or a university to have access. When I was in college I worked part-time at it’s computer center, the center of which was an IBM 360 computer that took up the whole floor of a building, and where operaters loaded data and programs by changing magnetic tapes and IBM punch-cards. My cell phone now has more computing power than that IBM 360 had.
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and Obama was in what branch of the military?
I seem to forget which one it is…..
@12
and romney was in what branch of the military?
When romeny was skipping out of viet nam, President Obama was approx 5.
@13
the point being that neither served a lick of military duty.
you cant point the finger at one and not the other.
get a clue, homeslice, and stop sucking barry’s schlong.
When I object to being groped by the TSA screeners at the airport, I hear the Statists say that if I have nothing to hide I should have have no objection. Let’s apply the same argument to BHO’s school records. If he has nothing to hide (like maybe accepting a scholarship meant for foreign students by claiming to be Indonesian) he should have no more objection to releasing these records than I have to letting a TSA agent probe my ass crack. If I have to endure the indignities his minions impose on me, he can endure the modest indignity of opening his records. Fair is fair.
@12 Your question is irrelevant because Obama didn’t come of age during a war or when there was a draft.
Romney did. It’s fair to judge his character by where he was and what he was doing in 1965-1972, because he was military age then. Just as it’s fair to judge my character by where I was and what I did in 1965-1972, because I was military age then.
Romney attended college in 1965-1966 on a 2-S student deferment. He spent 1966-1969 in France as Mormon missionary on a 4-D ministerial deferment. From 1969-1971 he attended college on another 2-S deferment. From 1971-1975 he attended law/business school; by then he was married, a father, and no longer subject to the draft.
I attended college in 1964-1968 on a 2-S student deferment. I enlisted in 1968 and served in the Army until 1970, including a full tour of duty in Vietnam. From 1970-1973, I attended law school and was not subject to the draft because I had already served — but I was still in the Ready Reserve and could have been recalled to active duty at the government’s whim, because in those days your military obligation was six years regardless of whether you enlisted or were drafted.
If military service is your litmus test, I should be president, not Obama or Romney, neither of whom served. But between Obama and Romney, Obama did not come of age during a war and was never subject to the draft whereas Romney did come of age during and war and avoided the draft.
@14 “you cant point the finger at one and not the other”
Bullshit. There’s a big fat difference between not serving because your country doesn’t need you and skipping out when your country does need you. But it appears that distinction flew over your pointy head.
@15 Who are the Statists? Which administration dreamed up TSA? Does anyone like TSA?
Btw, what do you expect to find in the college transcripts of a guy who graduated from Harvard Law? A “C” grade in freshman gym?