“Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.” — Jesus Christ, from the Gospel of Matthew
From his sparsely attended inauguration through last week, President Trump‘s golf trips have cost American taxpayers $92,361,381, according to Trump Golf Count, an online tracker devoted to making Trump eat these empty words from August 2016:
“I’m going to be working for you. I’m not going to have time to go play golf.”
In fact, Trump has spent 77 days of his presidency on the links, spending $62,743,000 in taxpayer money on visits to Mar-a-Lago, which he owns. When Trump tees up there, he uses our money to pay himself to play golf.
So. Much. Winning.
In Trump’s $4.7 trillion proposed budget, America’s most vulnerable citizens are big losers. It slashes spending for Medicare, Medicaid and the Environmental Protection Agency, but it’s the elimination of $17.6 million for Special Olympics that’s got decent people on both sides of the aisle fuming.
One of the few truths Republicans and Democrats agree upon is that Special Olympics is among America’s best inventions, and an institution that produces immeasurable returns on a small investment. The president can propose cutting Special Olympics, but it will never be approved by Congress. He must know that, so why do it?
Only the president really knows, but the cuts send a clear message to Special Olympics athletes, families, volunteers and sponsors: You don’t matter. Trump has gone out of his way to insult and belittle Americans with special needs for no reason. In a $4.7 trillion budget, $17.6 million amounts to a rounding error. It would have no effect on the deficit, which is ballooning thanks to Trump’s tax cuts for corporations.
Again, the Special Olympics cut will never be approved by Congress.This was the Tweeter-in-Chief trolling decent Americans and reminding them who’s boss. For what American taxpayers shelled out for the boss to pay himself to play golf, we could cover the annual federal contribution to Special Olympics four times over.
Maybe it’s my raging “Trump Derangement Syndrome,” but I can’t see Jesus blessing that math.