There’s a law, you know, that says people must be informed if a pedophile moves into the neighborhood.
So I’m proposing a new one: People must be informed if their new neighbor is a sexual predator, a scammer, a schemer and an ex-president. Also, if he might cheat at golf.
That’s a bit specific, I guess, so let me explain:
President Trump has moved his official residence to Florida. He figures fewer people there will make him wear a mask and no one will paint “Black Lives Matter” on the street below his penthouse.
The assumption is that once his current job ends (which is quite soon), he’ll move to the Mar-a-Lago golf club (shown here), where he’s already spent much of his presidency. His wife Melania has reportedly been getting their living quarters ready and looking into schools for their teen son Barron.
But then neighbors spoke up, pointing out provisions that seem to ban living there. Let’s back up:
This was originally a 126-room mansion, created from the ancestors of Fruity Pebbles, Dino Pebbles, Post Ghosties and Smurfberry Crunch.
It was built by Marjorie Merriweather Post, whose family made lots of money from cereals. That has included Marshmallow Alpha-Bits (which, I believe, included marshmallows) and Corn Crackos (which, I believe, did not include crack). She also married E.F. Hutton, which helped.
She finished it in 1927; when she died in ‘73, she donated it to the federal government, mentioning (ironically) that it would make a good winter residence for a president.
Eventually, the government disagreed. It designated it as a national historic landmark in 1980, but the next year gave it back to the Post Foundation.
Trump wanted it; so did others, but he had a scheme: He bought the land between the mansion and the water and said he would build something to block its view. Other offers faded; in 1985, he got it cheap.
Then came the glitzy overhaul. Trump did that on a lot of places and soon had financial trouble. In ‘93, he asked permission to break the property into smaller lots. That was rejected and a compromise emerged: Mar-a-Lago could be a country club, but not a residence hotel. No member could stay there for more than seven consecutive days or for more than 21 days a year.
Yes, that’s been violated already. During his presidency, sources say, Trump has averaged more than 32 days a year. And in post-presidency, he plans to live there.
But can he? Neighbors point want that 7-day/21-day agreement enforced. Trump’s choices include:
– Move to a different Florida resort.
– Return to New York, where he would be greeted with enthusiasm. (I made that last part up.)
– Buy a house in Florida. But that would take away one of his money grabs – living in a place that requires the Secret Service to pay rent, for the privilege of protecting him.
– Simply wait until the sheriff ousts him, as is done with foreclosures. One day, a lot of boxes with golden things will be at the side of the road. Barron will live with other stranded teens, Melania will live with other East European beauties who were misused by men, Trump will live in a bunker (battlefield or golf).
But whichever choice he makes, give Mar-a-Lago a new use. This is where numbers come in handy:
Remember that the original number of rooms (126) is precisely the same as the number of congressmen who signed a paper, supporting the idea of stripping away democracy from four of the states (including mine) that had failed to vote for Trump.
This can’t be a coincidence. Nature or numeralogy is telling us something: Make Mir-a-Lago a rest home for fallen congressmen. Then it will deserve its status as a national historic landmark.