USA Today posted an investigation into the way that CEOs and lobbyists make contact with Trump: they join one of his golf clubs. Of course, for $200,000, they could join Mar-a-Lago, his winter residence (he doubled the entry fee after his election).
Dozens of lobbyists, contractors and others who make their living influencing the government pay President Trump’s companies for membership in his private golf clubs, a status that can put them in close contact with the president, a USA TODAY investigation found.
Members of the clubs Trump has visited most often as president — in Florida, New Jersey and Virginia — include at least 50 executives whose companies hold federal contracts and 21 lobbyists and trade group officials. Two-thirds played on one of the 58 days the president was there, according to scores they posted online.
Because membership lists at Trump’s clubs are secret, the public has until now been unable to assess the conflicts they could create. USA TODAY found the names of 4,500 members by reviewing social media and a public website golfers use to track their handicaps, then researched and contacted hundreds to determine whether they had business with the government.
Or, they could rent a $22,000 a night suite at the Trump Hotel located within walking distance of the White House. The building is owned by the federal government and the lease prohibits any profit-making by any elected federal government official, but that doesn’t include Trump apparently.
I would never join. Too many moral hazards. (That’s funny if you’ve ever played golf.)
Only not funny if you’ve never used a foot wedge!
Sorry I always viewed it as an “elitist” sport . Never got past the miniature vote.
version. ( losing it )
I guess you never played on the course I played for a few weeks in the summer as a kid. The greens were surrounded by barbed wire fences to keep the cows off. You got a free drop if you landed in a cow pie.
I had to comment on your golf game. I grew up on my grandfather’s farm in Meridian, ID. They only entertainment I had was walking the grazing fields and stomping on cow plods. I learned to see which plods were the best…loved the ones with a crispy tops and gooey insides. I also fed captured frogs to the horses watering troughs. [I was 5-7 years old. Don’t recommend it for everybody.]
My uncles farmed in the same community, which also had a beautiful lake that had drawn people north for a long time. My grandmother had spent time there in the summer as a child, and her husband bought the farm that my uncles farmed. We used to spend time in the fields haying or rather we rode the wagon, and my father threw bales. Bringing the cows in for milking was a favorite activity. I didn’t share your preferences in cow pies, although we did get a kick out of hearing which cousin had fallen face first into one.
This corruption enabled by the Supremes and Congress.
After Hurricane Irma, his golf course and club in Florida just may be nothing but a swamp.
That may be the only way to get Trump’s attention…hit him in the pocketbook. He obviously doesn’t care anything about environmental disasters. Air pollution and polluted rivers are just fine.
I would love it to take out the golf course and Limbaugh with it. . Maybe Donald who looked up at the sun last week . Will prove his macho by challenging the storm surge.
But there are too many innocent people who could get hurt.
I regret that I do not play golf.
This email came in from the WH. They are bragging about downsizing the EPA. If Trump’s golf havens get destroyed it would be the only good coming out of a hurricane.
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In rightsizing the government, The Washington Free Beacon reports that “the Environmental Protection Agency will soon employ the lowest number of workers since the Ronald Reagan administration,” since “hundreds of employees have accepted buyouts and taken early retirement since President Donald Trump’s inauguration.”
Working as a caddy at Maple Bluff Country Club, in Madison, Wisconsin, when I was a kid aroused in me contempt for two things:
Golf
Wealthy people
One of my son’s had a similar reaction. I don’t think he had ever heard grown men use such foul language, and some of them were real *!##$ and treated the caddies accordingly. He was not impressed by how impressed they were by themselves.
I actually caddied for Oscar Mayer, Jr., one time, the eminent sausage maker, and several of the executives from his company. They were a bunch of whiners, and not one of them tipped me.
Greg kind of beat me to it. I was going to suggest that you had misspelled whiners. Greg corrected it. 🙂
So you caddied for the one guy who whose wish to become an Oscar Mayer wiener actually came true?