Ask the Trump kids. Don the Con himself was born with a whole set of golden spoons in his mouth, and his kid probably had whole dinner sets in gold.
That would imply Donny shares his gold, and again I assert, he’ll leave his - *ahem!* - “fortune” to a Central Park pretzel cart.
And it’ll be the easiest fifteen dollars and thirty-eight cents the cart vendor ever made.
OT, I simply cannot tolerate these morons who insist that actual reality isn’t real because it doesn’t line up with their beliefs. Fucking Dunning-Kruger solipsist assholes, the lot of them. I saw a video some time ago on YT of a flerfer walking into a Walmart and defacing decorative globes with a marker, screaming about how “there is no round erf! ‘Murika is half this big! Air travel ain’t possible! Canada don’t exist!” while some poor shopgirl was trying to save her job and the sanity of the other shoppers from this angry, bitter moron who refused to live on Earth. I swear to fuck, I sometimes have revenge fantasies about these idiots murdering braincells with their stupidity. Not a proud moment, I admit, but I can’t be the only one who wants to brain these fuckers with a “Learn, Asshole” mallet.