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Copyright 2020 MrsVanderbilt.comALL RIGHTS RESERVEDWILLIAM Henry Vanderbilt, Billy, now the only son of the Commodore sat at his desk indulging in his favorite past time of reviewing receipts. By the 1880’s the Vanderbilts employed thousands of men and everything from kerosene to steel was being transported on Vanderbilt lines. He had raised prices to the max for freight and passengers so the only way to increase profits was to cut costs and he took it to its illogical extreme.
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The characters that were in Volume One are not re-introduced in Volume 2. For your convenience please refer to the Dramatis Personae and the Characters Page.
Part 1
Part 1
1878 New York City
1878 New York City
William "Billy" Henry Vanderbilt
He notices one in particular. It was for forty cents for a lunch. He shakes his head not believing it to be legitimate.
A knock at the door. “Yes.”
In walks Billy’s private secretary.
“Yes, Isaac?” Isaac, was the only shine of light in the entire office. Between his Caribbean accent and his good charm every white man in the finance office would treat him like royalty. Of course he believed it was his personality when in reality they were all scared of the new boss. As a result young Isaac would sail through the halls and the train yard and the sea would part for him.
“Mr. Vanderbilt, I have some some some some bad bad bad news terrible news.” Isaac tries to regain his demeanor.
Billy asks, “Was I here last Thursday?”
“Know you were home all day,” Isaac explains as Billy still looks puzzled staring at the receipt. Trying to sound stronger, “Sir, I’m afraid I have some horrible news.”
Not paying attention Billy instructs, “Before the end of the day get those packages sent to JP Morgan.”
“Sir, not to worry yet, Sir, Mr. Vanderbilt I need to regret to inform you that we, you - you being Mr. Vanderbilt have just received.”
Billy, “Isaac, just get on with it.”
“A message that earlier today, at the Glenham Hotel, your brother zzzz shhhhhh,” Isaac is trying to make a gun with his hand and then takes a deep breath in “SHOT HIMSELF” a final deep breath and he finished, “Apparently took his life with a thirty-eight Smith.”
Billy bows his head and shakes it left to right.
By this point Isaac is doing everything to regain himself and stand firm in this great moment of loss for the Vanderbilt family. He realizes then and in that moment that if he can rise to the occasion and perform the pomp and circumstances deserving a Vanderbilt funeral then he can forever overcome his exclusive nervousness directed toward his boss. This is his towering moment.
Mr. Vanderbilt picks up the receipt and puts a line through it. He hands it to Isaac, “The clerk charged me forty cents for a lunch on Thursday that I didn’t even have. I wasn’t even here. Fix it.”
Isaac, couldn’t sense any reaction from Billy, “Sir, did you hear what I said?”
Mr. Vanderbilt gives him a dirty look and nods for him to leave, “Tell Chauncey to deal with Corneel’s debts.”
“Yes, sir,” and with his renewed confidence, “and the funeral?”
“Tell Alva to do it. She’s good with these dead things.”
After the trial over the Commodore’s will, Billy did sell a small piece of the family holdings. He invested in treasury bonds and grew and strengthened the Vanderbilt fortune far surpassing the wealth of the House of Astor.
His greatest investment however, was in the Vanderbilt Brand and he was smart enough to realize that Alva was just the one for that job. Billy new what she wanted and with it the Vanderbilt name would be known in New York and Newport.
Known for what though? In simple terms it meant showing off, blowing one’s own harm, and showboating. By the 1880s, with no income tax in America, it became blatant greed. Excess beyond excess, where wealth was not to be hidden in the face of the nations’ children who were working for slave wages, was a competition that had already been fading for over a century in Belle Epoque Europe. The royal courts in London and Paris were not the only institutions under attack from ridicule and rebellion, but also the houses of all the Dukes, Earls, Barons, Counts, Knights, and Marquis. In each and all of these castles and palaces the house servants were on the decline, yet in America it was just beginning.
Footmen in livery, pageboys, powdered wigs, and excessive house servants of butlers, valets, chefs and cooks, housekeepers, and the endless brigades of maids; parlor, chamber, scullery, dairy, nurse. Prior to 1880, America’s wealthiest families kept their riches away from the public eye. But then two things happened: the newspapers of the day were obsessed with The Rich as their lives and scandals were the relish of their readers, and Alva Vanderbilt.
Surrounded by his footmen, William Henry Vanderbilt, Billy dines with his two eldest sons, Cornelius II and Willie, and their wives, Alice and Alva. As if on cue, Alva rises and unrolls her architectural designs for 5th Avenue. She motions for the footmen to spread them across the dining table.
Alva begins, “Richard Morris Hunt came up with this. It’s five stories and covers most of the block, but not all. Anyway, my dear Willie doesn’t think it pretentious.”
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Alice is horrified. Cornelius doesn’t say anything and looks down shaking his head in disbelief. Alva walks over to her father-in-law who asks her, “Well, well, where do you expect to get the money for all this?”
“From you dear papa,” as Alva slaps Billy on the back. Alice is appalled.
Billy laughs but shortly thereafter he and his two sons began building all along Fifth Avenue north of 42nd Street. It was soon called Vanderbilt Alley. The Astors were south on 34th Street where the Empire State building stands today. The silent competition with the Astors was no longer silent. The Vanderbilts had more money than the Astors, and now they were constructing more magnificent mansions. The Gilded Age had begun.
As far as the eye could see, thousands of men labored day and night earning a non-living wage to build these great mansions on the most expensive blocks on Fifth Avenue between 42nd street and 57th. Even in their construction, these estates looked grand. Industry reporter J. Rambler “JR” Perkins commented, “Versailles took 100 years to build. Can you only imagine what in 100 years Alva Vanderbilt could create?”
By the fall of 1882 rumors raced around the city like galloping horses as to when the Vanderbilts would make their great entrance to the city and sit on their thrones holding their courts. P.T. Barnum and all the street performers, magicians and exotic animals entering the city had always been the event to behold only now it was eclipsed by the Vanderbilts. Now, as the Head of the House of Vanderbilt, William Henry Vanderbilt and his wife, Maria Louisa Kissam, had built two mansions each five stories high connected by a one story vestibule at 640 Fifth Avenue between the 51st and 52nd. It would not just serve as the throne for this matriarch Mrs. Vanderbilt but through twists of fate spanning generations into the next century would serve as the palace for the last Mrs. Vanderbilt.
William Henry Vanderbilt's double mansion is on the left and Alva's Chateau is on the right.
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It was not just New York, but newspapers in every major American city and the towns in between were filled with stories about Alva Vanderbilt. Across the street at 660 Fifth Avenue, Willie Vanderbilt and his southern belle wife Alva had hundreds of workmen building one of the first chateaux New York City had ever seen.
“Soon all would follow,” JR Perkins wrote upon touring the home when it was unveiled to the press. “This was not a home or a mansion, but a post Renaissance museum in limestone architecturally styled combining a Baroque and Rococo influence with neoclassicism using iron and glass, Gothic details, Roman rustic sculptures, a modern flat roof, and oversized consoles and cornices.”
Days before Christmas Fifth Avenue overflowed with spectators in awe of the Vanderbilt servants, and court liveried footmen, grooms, and coachmen in ceremonial procession until then only seen on the European side of the Atlantic. Racing down 5th Avenue Alva’s horse drawn carriage was followed by wagons, men on horseback and the ladies of high society running to catch a glimpse. Alva’s first steps inside were seen with the excitement parents feel when their toddler takes those first steps. The cheers for the Vanderbilt reverberated around the planet as New York was quickly emerging as the world’s capital for culture, industry, and trade.
Alva had the most talked about mansion in the city. Even the older Vanderbilt brother, who was her brother–in-law, Cornelius II’s mansion several blocks away at Fifth Avenue at 57th Street was overshadowed by Alva’s architectural achievement.
One family however, was not in awe.
An entourage of coaches and footmen in Astor livery gallop ahead screaming at those who stood in their way, “Clear the way. Clear the way for Mrs. Astor.”
Mrs. Astor
In her coach Mrs. Astor sits across from the preeminent Ward McAllister, her own imperious socialite. Week after week she observes the celebratory commotion in front of each of the Vanderbilt mansions.
McAllister’s comments, “The Vanderbilts are certainly not hiding their money anymore. The Commodore would turn over in his grave if he knew how Billy and his sons are spending his money.”
Mrs. Astor is concerned, “The situation is becoming dangerous. The Vanderbilt fortune now exceeds the Astors’.”
“Their money alone is not creating their fortune. They are loved in the city.”
“We must do whatever we can to weaken them. They cannot be allowed into my Four Hundred Club,” explains Mrs. Astor who’s 400 Club was the highest level of economic and social status in New York society. She had cast the Vanderbilts aside by not including them.
“You cannot pretend they don’t exist forever. And what if Mrs. Vanderbilt or Alva calls upon you?”
“No Astor shall ever call upon any Vanderbilt. I for one will certainly not call upon any Vanderbilt”
Socially aware McAllister concludes, “And what if you are forced to?
The Breakers in Newport
1895 Newport
1895 Newport
One of the great aspects of the Breakers Estate in the summer of 1895 was that there was enough land for Gertrude and Neily to “get into mischief” as their mother, Mrs. Vanderbilt would say.
Gertrude would walk with Esther under the watchful eye of Mrs. Vanderbilt sitting on second floor veranda with her maids. Trudy would stay by her side to send messages by pageboy to Victoria who was always no further than 10 feet from Gertrude. This was the new protocol since the morning after Gertrude’s Debutante Ball.
On that morning there were only two people at the Breakfast; Mrs. Vanderbilt and Gertrude, now a young lady of High Society. This was not the usual morning joyous time amongst mother and daughter when suitors would be reviewed and marriage arrangements made. Despite not being engaged, Mrs. Vanderbilt’s intention was clear in every room of the Breakers that, Gertrude should be married as quickly as possible.
Victoria and Trudy both would never forget that night – well actually the Breakfast does not take place until the following morning after the following morning – two days later. As such both girls were not needed that morning so Victoria offered to dress Gertrude in the morning so Trudy could sleep and sleep and sleep.
BUT – Knock Knock. Victoria, without hesitation, just walked in and screamed, “Trudy. Get up, get up. You need to get dressed.”
“What happened?”
“I don’t know, but Mrs. Anne told me that Mrs. Vanderbilt told her that she wanted you instead?”
She was still in bed, “This is not good. This is not good”
Come on let’s go. Quick, Get up!
“This is really, really not good.”
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The Breakers' Morning Room
The Breakers
The Breakers' Dining Room
There was a small buffet presented behind Mrs. Vanderbilt who always sat at one end of the long dining table. Gertrude found herself on the exact other side almost 20 meters away. Trudy began serving as soon as Mrs. Vanderbilt was seated who wasted no time with Gertrude.
“I know you think the footmen spread throughout the gardens and this marble disaster your father created nothing more” as Trudy kneels before Mrs. Vanderbilt, “than ‘mama’s spies’.” Trudy drops the plate onto the charge, breaking it.
Trudy was speechless, horrified. How did Mrs. Vanderbilt know about Mamas Spies? Gertrude knew what was coming.
“And spies they are. I sit up there and take great notice of that Grace Wilson wooing up your bother. Do you think I enjoy sitting in the hot sun? Do you think I enjoy being forced to watch Neily throw his life away with that girl? Do you think? Or are you not thinking at all because you are too busy with your head in another woman’s bosom!”
Trudy finally reached Gertrude’s side of the table. They both knew and now they recognized Mrs. Vanderbilt’s affirmation.
Mrs. Vanderbilt wanted Gertrude to marry like Consuelo, rich, nobility, aristocratic. However, Gertrude believed in her love for Jim Barnes and told her friend Esther, “I will do all in my power to make him love me in return. And if he does, I will marry him. I cannot however, be with Mr. Barnes just to spite my mother, even though I sometimes hate her. I won’t take a cent from the family if Jim can support me quietly and happily. Oh God, riches makes more unhappiness than all the poverty in the world. Tell me why am I rich, oh if I could only be poor, very poor, and Jim would love me for me and not for my money. Oh I don’t believe I will ever be happy.”
Trudy was there when Gertrude and Esther were once discussing Mr. Barns. Trudy was there again alone with them when in just the blink of an eye Esther just quickly kissed Gertrude on the lips. Trudy was even there when Gertrude stared into Esther’s eyes, “I am young and longing and dying, for sympathy, for feeling, for human love, and there isn’t anyone for me. None, ever!
Esther, “Darling, I wonder if you really know how much you are to me. Do you ever feel blue for me and does your heart ever ache for me?”
“I do. I ache for you and I know you love me more than Jim ever will.”
Esther kissed her again, “It is when the lights are out and when I am all alone and all is quiet, that I most want you.”
Then Gertrude felt something strange. Her mouth opened just enough for Esther’s warmth to touch her tongue. Oh how close she felt for Esther and in that moment “I knew I loved her.”
As soon as the moment happened it was ruined when Mama’s Spies we’re dispatched by Mrs. Anne.
The Breakers' Porte Cochere
Several weeks later Gertrude spent her days walking in the gardens formulating her defense. How will she ever explain to Mama that she wasn’t interested in any of the suitors? In fact, the more time Gertrude spends in the gardens the more she realized that keeping company with all these young men was nothing more than an exhaustive continuous exercise leading her nowhere but to infinity.
Since Gertrude’s Debutante Ball one carriage after the next was parked under the porte-cochere at The Breakers where the outer doors would open to the inner doors where the young suitors were taken by footmen. First turning right and entering the library, past the secret passage where Jim Barnes and Gertrude hid during the ball, through the music room, entering the grand hall and finally walking past the fountain under the Grand Staircase to enter the Dining room where Mrs. Vanderbilt would hold court.
The room was completely empty and only contained a couch and a simple coffee table. On the other side Mrs. Vanderbilt and Gertrude listened as the young men pleaded their case.
Lord Garioche, “In the summer I hunt at Balmorel.”
James Appleton, “In the fall I fish in the country.”
Jim Barnes, “I should be able to finance the hotel without any money from my father.”
Bobbi Sands, “As soon as I inherit my $10,000,000 I am firing everyone in the house and will have lavish parties every night.”
And on, and on, and on.
Mrs. Vanderbilt's Bedroom at The Breakers
As the weeks past it was obvious to Mrs. Vanderbilt that her worst fears were coming true. Neily’s obsession with Grace combined with her narcissism was toxic at best as her family had married into the House of Astor. Young Reggie’s drinking was becoming an embarrassment for the family, and then there was Gertrude, the more mature of the children..
Summoned to Mrs. Vanderbilt’s Bedroom, her throne, Gertrude quickly noticed Mrs. Anne, Trudy and Victoria. Eighteen year old Victoria was the most embarrassed for and sympathetic toward Gertrude as she stood there in shame before her mother.
“You are not to see Esther for the next month, for the rest of the season here in Newport, for the rest of your life. Do you understand?”
“Why not, Mama?”
“Because of the way you act with her. You are an embarrassment to this family.”
Gertrude looked down defeated and closed her eyes. A moment passed and she opened them again and with all the courage in her heart and soul she looked Mrs. Vanderbilt straight in the face, “I loved her more yesterday than I ever have done before. I felt more thrill at her touch, more happiness in her kiss. Do I love her? That is the question. I know I am perfectly happy to sit hand in hand with Esther and not say anything, but does that mean very much? I know so painfully little of love that I cannot tell you. I should like to have it out and done with once and for all.”
“Gertrude, Gertrude, did you hear what I said,” Mrs. Vanderbilt asked.
Gertrude looked up and opened her eyes awakening from her dream into a lost reality.
“Are you listening? Did you hear me?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“I don’t want to have to forcibly keep you from Esther the way that Alva has locked poor Consuelo in the Marble House awaiting the arrival of the Duke.”
“I respect Consuelo for her independence. The Duke is not for her,” explained Gertrude toward her first cousin.
Mrs. Vanderbilt, “That’s why Consuelo is not charged with finding her husband. You should be grateful I am not forcing someone on you.”
“No Mama you’re just giving me a list from which to choose.”
“Gertrude, would you prefer I select for you?”
“Definitely not,”
Gertrude from then forward spent her summer fumbling through the pictures and bios of the suitors constantly asking, “What was his name again?”
Organizing the bios, of the Jones Francis Hamilton Sinclair Cunard Brooks Westinghouse and down the lists became an all hands on deck mission for the entire Household Staff.
To Gertrude it was always the same response, “So boring. They all talk too much. It’s all I is this and I that. I, I, I. It is dull and ever so boring.”
Victoria would constantly sound optimistic, “I thought he was more interesting than most.”
“Get a man to talk about himself and, unless something is radically the matter, you will get on beautifully.”
By the end of the days Gertrude would constantly go on and on to Victoria. “Oh how you felt for me, how you wanted to be me. You don’t know what the position of an heiress is. You can’t imagine. The few people who are not snobs, are the very ones she wants, but they will not be seen with her because they wouldn’t be called worldly. Her friends flatter and praise her to our face, only to criticize and pick her to pieces behind her back.”
1895 New York City
1895 New York City
BLENHEIM Palace, the official residence of the Dukedom of Marlborough stands halfway between London and Gloucester in the County of Oxford. Of the eleven Dukedoms in English Peerage, Marlborough, was established in 1702 upon the command and with the purse of Queen Anne to honor John Churchill for his years of military service as Commander in Chief of the Forces and Master General of the Ordinance, the two most powerful positions in the British army, and for his statesmanship as Ambassador-Extraordinary in The Hague during the War of the Spanish Succession following the death of the childless King Charles II of Spain and the resulting threat of the Spanish and French kingdom’s to unite under the House of Bourbon.
Blenheim Palace
John Churchill’s military skill and diplomatic gravitas enabled him to negotiate the Second Grand Alliance between England, the Holy Roman Empire and United Provinces to thwart Louis XIV’s Franco/Spanish dreams. The success of this grand alliance resulted in the British Empire through its army to be both feared and respected throughout Europe, the Americas, India, and further beyond to the east.
Upon his death in 1722 he not only held the title of the Duke of Marlborough but the title of Prince of Mindelheim and Mellenburg in Bavaria bestowed upon him by the Holy Roman Emperor. Unfortunately, he was also seen as one of the wealthiest nobles in all of the European courts and so at his expense it was expected that Blenheim Palace be grand and stately so as to feast astonishment in the eyes of all the monarchs. Almost two centuries later and eight dukes and duchess of Marlborough before him in 1892 upon his father’s death Charles Richard John Spencer-Churchill, Sunny as he was known to his friends, ascended to the Dukedom.
Although he appeared to have great wealth it was nothing more than one hundred percent pure gild. By the late 19th century when Sunny inherited the title the family was bankrupt and Blenheim Palace was grand in disrepair. For several years before his death the 8th duke had been auctioning off furniture, art and even pieces of the walls and moldings just to cover monthly expenses. His family had taken refuge in one of the apartments while the rest of the palace remained baron. When Sunny crossed the Atlantic in 1895 his primary and immediate objective was to save his palace and thereby his family name and its place in the nobility.
It was not until the summer of 1939 that a British Monarch stepped foot on American soil almost 50 years later. It was therefore no surprise that when the Cunard steamer, Campania, docked in New York Harbor carrying the Duke every formal protocol, every east coast newspaper, and every New Yorker who could, was bestowed upon, wrote about, and witnessed this historical moment in American and British relations which had only just crossed the centennial mark. Tug boats, yachts, and other commercial vessels flanked the ocean liner as the crowds on shore swelled by the thousands. Large signs hanging from buildings read “New York Welcomes the Duke of Marlborough”. Once docked, even before the first class passengers begin disembarking, the Duke emerged with his entourage as the crowd erupted in great cheer and excitement.
The Dukes arrival sparked great interest, gossip, and controversy. Society reporter, Edna Milli, wrote, “As the first class passengers disembarked within minutes hundreds of passengers strolled past the army of society reporters stationed for a photograph of the young duke.”
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Cornelius Vanderbilt II
Newport High Society was relocating back to New York City in the autumn of 1895 to greet the Duke. This gave Mrs. Vanderbilt an opportunity to again try marrying off Gertrude.
The Cornelius II family had travelled by yacht where meals were the only time everyone gathered together in the Main Salon. Dinner included Harry Payne Whitney who was the only guest joining the Vanderbilts, an act clearly orchestrated by Mrs. Vanderbilt herself. Mr. Vanderbilt, was only seen at dinner and the rest of the time onboard he spent in his stateroom which took up half the space on the main deck. Along with Trudy and Victoria the deck space was filled with 40 workers; 25 for the crew and 15 for the household staff.
At dinner Gertrude was telling everyone about her exciting day, “You would have been amazed at all the stories Harry has -- all about wars with the Indians and the Mexicans.”
Mr. Vanderbilt ads, “and the Negros, what have they done for this country?” Where’s their contribution? Do you know that most slaves never left their plantations?
“Blackies,” comes right out of Neily’s mouth and like a small drunk child Reggie blurts out in laughter.
Mrs. Vanderbilt, “Boys!” – but not yelling.
Gertrude, “Father believes why fight a war about the Negros. He certainly doesn’t think that black people don’t matter.”
“Everyone matters. I’m saying the same thing your father, Harry, would tell you. If the United States wanted to expand west, well fine, OK, at least a Mexican can work. What is an Indian going to do but attack our soldiers? What of the Indians? What are we to do with all these Indians? We’re moving west and they must go,” Cornelius continued.
Where?
“I don’t care – send them back? “But not on a Vanderbilt train.”
“Back where?” Harry asked.
“I don’t know - wherever they come from.”
“They come from here?”
Gertrude was happy with Harry, “Papa,” getting back to her point and reclaiming her time at the dining table. “Harry says the real great enemy was the pandemic.”
Like a symphony, what made the moment unique was Harry and Gertrude had never spoken before that day -- they were speaking like a married couple – supporting each other, and right in front of everyone.
“One million people did die,” Gertrude directed to her father.
Cornelius laughed, “One million Russians!”
GERTRUDE VANDERBILT
Later in Gertrude’s stateroom Trudy and Victoria are dressing her for bed. She was out of breath and rambling, “and then they got into this historic argument about the pandemic, and that no one has died from it even though one million did, and then they start fighting about Prince Albert and that he’s one of us, and then Neily and Reggie start calling him Jack the Ripper and stabbing each other like Shakespearean idiots.”
Victoria chuckles as Trudy asks, “Do you want your best friend?”
“Definitely! After the day I’ve had stuck with everybody on this Ship of the Line! Are you getting any sleep?”
“Not so much,” as she hands Gertrude her friend.
“You know I wouldn’t need this if for the first time in my life I meet a man, a real man, who my parents like, and then they all act like street performers.”
Victoria, “Did you really like him?”
“I did, and you know what did it for me?”
Trudy, “His cute smile?”
“No, he’s the first man who sat with me who said nothing – and I mean nothing. He just let me go on and on – like an idiot. I hope I didn’t embarrass myself.”
As Gertrude continued talking Trudy and Victoria did as usual, otherwise the two of them could all be there together all night listening to her. As they walked down the salon behind each cabin door what was going on upstairs was certainly not what was going on downstairs.
Entering the worst living quarters on ship from behind the galley Trudy, “I can’t wait until we dock.”
Victoria, “I just hope I can get some sleep. Every night from behind the wall the boys are snoring. It’s hopeless.”
No sooner a steward entered their cabin, “come quick!”
Trudy, “What happened?”
The steward explained annoyed, “Mrs. Vanderbilt is not leaving?”
“Leaving what?”
“The yacht! We’re to anchor offshore and Mr. Vanderbilt will ferry to the city.” As all three of them continued, the steward gave Trudy and Victoria the news they would hate, “and the two of you are going with him.”
Trudy, “This is not good.”
Victoria, “This is really really not good.”
Also from the author of Mrs. Vanderbilt
Also from the author of Mrs. Vanderbilt
Trump's Need for Praise, Blaming Others, or Inability to Finish Tasks are Due to Narcissistic Personality Disorder Which He Cannot Control
Trump's Need for Praise, Blaming Others, or Inability to Finish Tasks are Due to Narcissistic Personality Disorder Which He Cannot Control
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Includes two essays:
A Treatise on the Victims of Political Narcissism & The Trump Responsa
A Treatise on the Victims of Political Narcissism & The Trump Responsa
“Neither essay is political but discusses how governments such as Israel and North Korea have taken advantage of Trump's troubled character and persona; why his victims (mainly his supporters) are blind to his character flaws; what will happen to them when his "mask" begins to come off, and how people such as Trump ‘hoover’ once they are ‘unmasked’.” 93.7FM The Eagle Lubbock, TX, February 2020
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