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The Donald J. Trump Presidential Golf Course and Barndoor Resort

"So I said to myself, 'Self. . . .'"

And then the President of the United States said that he had talked with the President of the Virgin Islands.

He talked to hisself.  The President of the United States is the President of the United States Virgin Islands because the United States Virgin Islands belong to the United States.  The people of Puerto Rico and the United States Virgin Islands are citizens of the United States, as are people in three other global territories: American Samoa, Guam, and the Northern Mariana Islands.

There are British Virgin Islands, too, and Spanish Virgin Islands, and Mr. Trump is not the President of them.  They have that advantage.

It would not be fair to say that Donald Trump is treating Puerto Ricans and Virgin Islanders as second-class citizens.  He does not seem to know that they are citizens, at all.  It is just that they are citizens without voting representation in Congress. 

Alaska and Hawaii were territories.  They became States rather recently.  Donald Trump became President very recently.  He is a big territory, too.  Not a very knowledgeable one.  He may become a golf course someday, but he will never become a State. 

And that thought inspires me.  I used to live in a small town in Iowa.  It had two eighteen hole golf courses, and a nine-hole course.  The nine-hole course had been a cow and horse pasture, and in some ways it remained so.  The owner's herd of horses occasionally got loose and galloped across the greens.  The PGA never seriously considered holding a tournament on a course with hoof marks.  I wonder whether it might not be possible to resuscicate that nine hole course, and just announce that it is really now an eighteen hole course, and name it The Donald J. Trump Presidential Golf Course and Barndoor Resort.  (Food catered by food truck; rooms provided by nearby farms.)

I think I will suggest that. 

Things like that happen when we begin to talk to ourselves:  "Self. . . ."

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