THE MYSTERY OF THE “MANY PEOPLE”:

Trump often talks about “many people”. They tell him things. I sat down with Trump in his hotel room to get to the bottom of this “many people” thing, their identity, what food they eat, if they have whiskers, etc.

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Q: Sir, could you tell the Americans who these “many people” are?

Trump: Look, they are many people. OK? And I know they are looking at me. And they are telling me beautifully. And frankly, Joe Biden killed everyone with the flu. All he talks about is shut downs.

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Q: Sir...sir, can you elaborate about “many people”?

Trump: Sure. I know elaborate. I have many elaborates. I have the greatest ever, the likes of which no one has ever seen. Joe Biden has nothing. He went there. And he fell over...

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Q: How many of these many people there are?

Trump: Look, I am a math man, OK. I have many math. I know number. I know numbers you could never think of. My uncle went to MIT, which is good, & actually too good, many people…

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Q: So exactly how many of these are there?

Trump: They are many and also un-many.

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Q: How often do these “many people” tell you things?

Trump: They are telling me all the time. All the time. They tell me everyday. That’s all they do. They are very smart people. Strongly smart. They tell me many day, much very day, I will tell you.

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Q: What will "you tell me"?

Trump: I will tell...I will tell you nothing. Look, when I say I will tell you, it’s just a way of saying. I am not telling you anything. You are listening & I am talking but nothing is happening because Biden only talks about shut downs.

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Q: Can we meet the “many people.”?

Trump: Look, if you want to meet them you can. I will have them meet you. I want to open the schools. I want to open this desktop file. I want to open a canister. I want to open a bank account. Why don’t you talk about that?

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Q: I can talk but will you please answer my question?

Trump: Obama is your friend. You are shaking your head but Obama is your friend and you wear fancy shirts and you wear fancy underwear but your party wants to go socialist medicine & socialist healthcare.

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(Trump loses it. Starts screaming. Sprays saliva everywhere)
I know wind! I know more about wind! OK? The North-East is very clean. Wind is blowing and many leaves are spreading and we are in great shape, many people are telling me…

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Then Trump falls back on the bed, rips his wires, and starts to tuck in his shirt and, upon seeing that, I run and leap out of the 13th floor window.

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As I am falling to the ground I see men, many men, soft, silky, well-careened men, bigly men, small-ley men, all kinds, generals, specifics, many kinds, the likes of which I had never seen before.

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Right as my skull kisses the hot concrete and a crack opens across, I realize with happy horror in that great lonely darkness that now fills me, I had just seen the Trump's "many men".

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