The Moment: at the opening of his Toronto tower, the Donald was his spectacular self
Speakers at the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the Trump Tower at the intersection of Bay and Adelaide tossed around the word “luxury” so repeatedly that a simple advisory stating, “No corners were cut during the making of this building” could’ve saved everybody a whole lot of time. A procession of two goose-stepping police officers and a bagpiper kicked things off, and then Donald Trump and his three eldest tycoons-in-training—Ivanka, Donald Jr. and Eric—entered the 10th-floor ballroom to a lightning storm of camera flashes. Various stakeholders took turns delivering versions of the same speech (“We worked hard”; “We never gave up when the economy tanked”). Then, to the exultant strains of timpani and trumpets, four porcelain-faced models strode forward carrying golden scissors on shining silver trays, which they presented to Trump and Co., who cut the ribbon to a burst of applause and more flashing. It was the purest distillation of the Trump brand—gaudy, pushy, expensive and unapologetic.
Who brought this vile American to our beloved city? Prison terms for those responsible Mayor Ford!
The Scotts think Trump is a joke and so do we. I’d rather see a wind turbine built than one of his towers.
Well said Mr. Wood! The Trumps disgust me. What a shame that they are taking up space in our beautiful city.
Branding Genius, Trump never fails to impress me