I hate to admit it, but they are correct in that he did nothing wrong in this specific case.

Trump donated the portrait to a charity auction, and placed a seed bid. When nobody bid on the obvious white elephant, the foundation was forced to honor its seed bid. The $10,000 went to the Unicorn Foundation, so it was basically just a charitable donation, which is theoretically why the Trump Foundation exists.

The suit, however, is about much more than this specific case. Trump Foundation money was (allegedly) also used to pay off his creditors, decorate one of his golf clubs with the portrait, and boost his presidential campaign.

Ooooo, bad royal!

And you just know I’m a real stickler for fashion.

Actually, I’m still wearing my softball jerseys from the 80s …

which wouldn’t be that bad, except that I’m wearing them to funerals, weddings and bar mitzvahs. Not to mention to have sex.

That last one is just hypothetical of course. I mean I would wear them if I had sex.

On another fashion note: they are ragging on Meghan for leaving the tag on her dress, but they are giving a free pass to her husband, whatever his name is (you know who I mean – the royal dude who looks like a hairy, cut-rate John McEnroe), for wearing a wrinkled off-white suit with Hush Puppy ankle booties. Is he still in prep school, trying not to scuff the floors?

Cultural appropriation. Blah. Blah. Blah. I don’t know whether it is “black” or whether it is even supposed to be, but that whole look is definitely pretty fuckin’ ugly.

And she’s a beautiful woman, so it’s no small task to make her ugly. A real tip o’ the Hatlo hat to her stylist, for miraculously snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.

(You have to be kind of ancient to get that Hatlo reference.)

Movies in which Dolph delivers a front kick tend to “have higher critical scores and make more money than films that are devoid of front kicks.

“How did they figure this out? By living the dream and watching Lundgren movies all day, noting down the ones wherein he delivers a front kick, or at least a variation of it, and then comparing the average box office grosses and review scores (taken from Rotten Tomatoes) of those movies against those of the ones in which Dolph delivers no front kicks.”

Now THAT is good science, not that mamby-pamby bullshit about deciphering space/time or curing disease and hunger.

Penelope Ann Miller in Carlito’s Way (1993)

Carlito’s Way is a stylish Brian de Palma piece about a drug dealer named Carlito who is released back into society on a legal technicality, and intends to use this God-sent serendipity to start a completely new life – an honest life away from the rackets. It is based upon two realistic books (Carlito’s Way and its sequel, After Hours) by a guy who grew up in the Puerto Rican barrios of New York, and later became a judge.

One of the most interesting things about the movie is that it is essentially a familiar western plot, except that it takes place outside of the Old West. Carlito is like a legendary gunslinger who sets down his weapon, then finds that he can’t run from his reputation. Every guy who wants to be known as the fastest gun in the West either wants to kill him or hang with him. All of the men he has ever known are deeply involved in the criminal life, and it’s a struggle to make a few honest bucks so he can fly away and open his rental car agency on the islands.

It’s a very good movie, featuring the usual fine performances from Sean Penn and Al Pacino, with a taut chase scene at the end though the New York subways and Grand Central Station. Not the least of the visual splendors in the movie was Penelope Ann Miller as Carlito’s girlfriend. There is a sexy “staged voyeur” scene in Carlito’s Way which rivals the one in Body Heat. Miller lets Pacino watch her through her chained door opening. She removes enough clothing, and teases him enough, to get him to break in.

This film is rarely mentioned as one of Brian DePalma’s directing successes or as one of Al Pacino’s memorable roles, but I think it belongs on both lists, and I think IMDb members have it pegged quite well as a near-classic.