The Trump Tower Prostitute is still dancing on the graves of the 3,000 human beings massacred on 9/11, sucking up attention from that tragedy, and money from their families, and all of us.
Sep 09, 2026
(“The Falling Man,” a photo taken by the AP photographer Richard Drew on September 11, 2001, at 9:41 am. It captures an unidentified man falling from the World Trade Center’s North Tower, after the tower was attacked. The photo is on display at the 9/11 Memorial Museum, on the site of where the World Trade Center once stood.)
I don’t know if I have ever despised any living creature as much as I utterly detest the scum-filled dirtbag, Donald Trump. I know it’s wrong; but Trump is far worse.
Hundreds of times per day–on 9/11 I’ll wish it 3,000 times–I pray hard that he drops dead from some terrible, horrible disease or accident where he experiences the most extreme torture ever visited upon any human being. It’s the only thing in life Trump has ever earned.
Trump has always been a puss-filled boil on the ass of life, but I never felt this viscerally about him until 9/11/2001, when the Twin Towers went down, and flesh-and-blood human beings were leaping out of windows from 90 stories up to avoid intense heat that would melt their skin.
The grotesque ghoul publicly gloated–GLOATED—in his flatulent fucked-upped, Roy Cohn-uglified face–that now that the World Trade Center Towers were destroyed–HE, the horrendously horrid whore-of-life Donald Trump, owned the tallest skyscraper in NYC at 40 Wall Street.
YES, TRUMP REALLY DID SAY THAT. I know. I was there. I worked in Tower 2 of the World Trade Center for years along with Willie Rodriquez and Matt Monahan and Steve Schlesinger and Peter Quinn and Maria Taddei and Mary Tragale & Mario Cuomo, and we considered the Trade Center sacred ground, having survived the 1993 bombing of the Tower in which we worked. Only the indomitable, life-loving and heroic Willie Rodriquez still worked there in 2001, and he risked his life—again and again— to save others from the carnage.
We all heard the moronic monster Trump utter those callous, self-aggrandizing words while the ruins of the Towers were still smoldering in 2001. The bulbous bloviator bleated that blasphemous brag again, and again, while so many innocent humans—and those who attempted to rescue them—perished.
The puffy, hot-aired, deranged, dirigible of inhumanity was nowhere near the site of the WTC disaster–not as a citizen, not as victim, not as a helper, not as a person trying to assist the exhausted police, fire and EMS personnel; not as nothing.
Compounding his mortal sin, the criminal cipher White Supremacist sexual abuser fraud felon’s multi-million dollar organization collected some $150,000 of funds intended for small business relief in lower Manhattan. Whining like the stuffed pig he is, Trump said he was entitled to the money because of the life-shattering event’s effect on HIS business’ bottom line—despite Trump’s immediate denials that his businesses suffered ANY financial loss from the 9/11 attacks.
Worse, despite repeatedly lying that he donated $10,000 to the 9/11 Victims Fund up until he ran for President in 2016—a lie easily proven through an examination of the Victim Funds’ financial records by NYC’s Comptroller— the Trump Tower Prostitute profited in every way he could off of the mass murder of 3,000 human beings. Not only did he lust after bragging rights over the size of HIS phallus-like building with the World Trade Center wiped out of the Manhattan skyline, he pilfered money intended for small Mom and Pop business struggling to survive, and promised, but never delivered on his public pledges to help 9/11 victims and their families. Then, like now, he lied about his lies, or just made up brand new totally false stories.
Now, as a senile, syphilis-seeking, shit-smelling babbling imbecile, this lower-than-rodent ball of garbage lies even more, hallucinating that he was rescued from the rubble of the WTC disaster by 2 firefighters–never named nor thanked–whose families he cheated out of money, along with 8 million of us other New Yorkers.
For years, I cursed God, for allowing the attack on the World Trade Center to happen, and for permitting 3,000 innocent humans to be crushed or incinerated to death. The photo of “Falling Man” on display at the 9/11 Memorial/World Trade Center Museum haunts me, as did the 8 x11 mimeographed “Missing” fliers plastered all over the outer walls of St. Vincent’s hospital, each with young eyes and smiling faces that would never see life again.
Like Job, I still curse God for taking so many good people, then and now, for causing unimaginable pain to thousands of families, and yet still permitting this terrible two-legged plague of pure evil to continue to walk among us. The next time you see the “Falling Man” photo, think of the smug, disgusting , spittle-spewing mouth of Donald Trump laughing and smirking all the way down, glad that the “Falling Man,” wasn’t him.