Trump has been for sale for decades, now his U.S.A. is ..
“We’re going to be selling a gold card,” Trump said from the Oval Office. “You have a green card. This is a gold card. We’re going to be putting a price on that card of about $5 million and that’s going to give you green card privileges, plus it’s going to be a route to citizenship. And wealthy people will be coming into our country by buying this card.”
Trump said the sale of the cards will begin in about two weeks and suggested millions of such cards could be sold.
And he feeds his minions, and the world, as though they and we were all chickens:
Why Trump’s ‘gold card’ proposal is more complicated than it sounds By Catherine E. Shoichet, CNN Published 6:00 AM EST, Sun March 2, 2025 [...] Immigration law experts say a new visa would require a new law, something a president can’t create on his own.
“Congress would have to legislate a new program. I really don’t know what legal authority you would have to just create this new program out of whole cloth,” says Sharvari Dalal-Dheini, senior director of government relations for the American Immigration Lawyers Association.
In other words, lawmakers would need to pass a law to create the program Trump has described.
The Trump administration “has literally no legal power to create a visa category,” says Charles Kuck, an immigration lawyer in Atlanta.
The title above, of course, would have been more honest if something like Why Trump's God-Gold Card visa proposal is hot air bullshit.
"And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults - he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness. There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege. And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.