Someday we won’t have to think about the Trump family and their misadventures. I look forward to that day.
Donald Trump Jr. went to Mongolia in the summer of 2019, and ProPublica explains what he did there.
What did you do on your vacation? Did you slaughter a creature who is part of an endangered species?
The rocky highlands of Central Asia, in a remote region of Western Mongolia, are home to a plummeting population of the largest sheep in the world, the argali. The endangered species is beloved for its giant curving horns, which can run over 6 feet in length.
On a hunting trip this August, Donald Trump Jr. shot and killed one.
His adventure was supported by government resources from both the U.S. and Mongolia, which each sent security services to accompany the president’s eldest son and grandson on the multiday trip. It also thrust Trump Jr. directly into the controversial world of Mongolian trophy hunting — a polarizing practice in a country that views the big-horned rams as a national treasure. The right to kill an argali is controlled by an opaque permitting system that experts say is mostly based on money, connections and politics.
Trump Jr. received special treatment during his summer trip, according to records obtained by ProPublica as well as interviews with people involved in the hunt. Listen to the episode.
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The Mongolian government granted Trump Jr. a coveted and rare permit to slay the animal retroactively on Sept. 2, after he’d left the region following his trip. It’s unusual for permits to be issued after a hunter’s stay. It was one of only three permits to be issued in that hunting region, local records show.

Could happen to anybody.
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LOL
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TOURIST: “What a beautiful creature!”
DONALD TRUMP, JR: “Yeah. Heh. Heh. Let’s kill it. Heh heh.”
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I loved Beavis and Butthead.
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He said ram. Heh heh heh.
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Exactly!
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I really disdain sickos.
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“The Mongolian government granted Trump Jr. a coveted and rare permit to slay the animal retroactively ”
How does that work?
How do you slay an animal retroactively?
Does it involve time travel? It seems that it must.
Slaying Retroactively
To slay an animal yesterday
You have to travel back today
To time before the here and now
A time machine’s the where and how
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At least Donald jr knows the difference between a sheep and his hunting partner, unlike someone else we know.
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LOL. I used to live in New Hampshire and spent a lot of time hiking in the mountains there. Magnificent. I was a short 1/4-mile hike from a very active beaver dam and often put my kid in a backpack and carried her up Mt. Monadnock. However, I lived in fear of drunken weekend hunters and their guns. While I was there, an elderly woman was killed by a hunter while gardening in her back yard. A judge ruled in the hunter’s favor and commented that the woman shouldn’t have been wearing white gloves outside during deer hunting season.
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Yes, because white gloves made her look like exactly like a white tailed dear ,(after you have had a few six packs)
Incidentally, I once taught at an environmental Ed center (Otter Lake ) near Greenfield NH and I must have climbed Manadnock ten times in the fall with elementary school kids.
I guess we were lucky we were not shot.
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Lots of beaver dams around those parts.
Great place for hiking.
My parents live in NH now and my sister has a place in Quechee Vt, so I still get up there a fair amount, though haven’t climbed Manadnock in quite a few years.
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Oops, the mountain we climbed was Crotched Mt, not Manadnock, which is nearby
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So many great climbs up there!!! And in Vermont and Maine. Katahdin and Washington, in Maine, both amazing. On one of several hikes I did up Washington, it was 80+ degrees at the base. At the top, it was snowing so hard I could barely see my hands in front of my face. On one up Katahdin, the trail, in places, was covered by thousands of golden newts, and the whole mountain was running streams.
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It is a repulsive act by a repulsive person, very much the norm for this family.
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I read this am on Twitter that Trump suspended tariffs on Argentina until Trump org got permits it sought. Then reinstated tariffs. Corruption runs deep in that family.
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Anyone who kills “for fun” is deranged.
Anyone who enables killing “for fun” is also deranged.
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I can’t go fishing with my friends because I hate killing fish. I stand on the party boat and say “throw them back.”
The fishermen and women give me dirty looks.
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Do they eat what they catch? Do you eat meat/fish?
I’m opposed to killing only for fun, but since I eat meat myself I certainly can’t judge hunters/fishers who have the fortitude to look their meals in the eye before causing their death.
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I eat meat, seldom fish. Someone else kills it. I can’t. Call that hypocritical if you wish. I can’t kill anything. I’m not very good at catching flies, either, although I would have no compunction about despatching them.
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I can’t even kill flies.
But I do eat them. Yum!
Call me a flypocrite.
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I’m reminded of Fitzgerald, ““Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me. They possess and enjoy early, and it does something to them, makes them soft where we are hard, and cynical where we are trustful, in a way that, unless you were born rich, it is very difficult to understand. They think, deep in their hearts, that they are better than we are because we had to discover the compensations and refuges of life for ourselves. Even when they enter deep into our world or sink below us, they still think that they are better than we are. They are different. ”
This above bit by F. Scott from a short work became the idea driving his masterpiece, ‘Gatsby’. Dreiser’s ‘American Tragedy’ preceded it, I think. Some of you ‘Humanities’ types probably know the chronology better than I (physics/astronomy).
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This whole episode sums up what kind of family this really is. Think about it. How many–if any–of us would ever have the opportunity to visit Mongolia in the first place? And if we could, imagine the interesting culture and geography we might encounter. Yet he does a fly-in (fly-over country?), is hermetically sealed off from everything except killing a rare animal, and then flies back again as quickly as possible. Kind of like his father does for any of their fascist political rallies.
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