Frump the great soccer player

Stalin

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This is too funny

expect this jerk to spent as much time as possible hanging around soccer big names

"..Not long before Trump joined the soccer team, he was nearly kicked out of NYMA.

He had risen from private to sergeant to captain of an entire company by his senior year, but his time in that role would be short-lived. During a dorm inspection, Trump discovered that another cadet had improperly made his bed. Trump tore the bed apart, angering the cadet, and the confrontation eventually culminated with Trump allegedly attempting to throw his classmate out of a second-floor window. It wasn’t Trump’s only instance of violent behavior, and it eventually caught up with him.

“[One of these kids] ended up in the hospital,” McIntosh remembers. “His parents got on to it, and they threatened a big lawsuit … If it would’ve been anybody else, they’d have busted [Trump] to private or sergeant or put him away somewhere where people couldn’t see him.”

What happened instead was that Trump retained his rank and was reassigned, essentially given a captaincy of a unit that had no supervisory role attached to it.

Sixty years on, many of Trump’s soccer teammates recall the early roots of the cult of personality that surrounds him today. On weekends, Harrison remembers, Trump’s parents would always arrive for visits with a young woman in tow, a rare sight at the all-boys academy. In the school’s yearbook, Trump is labeled NYMA’s “ladies’ man”, pictured strolling arm in arm with, one would assume, his girlfriend. On closer inspection, something about the photo feels off.

“Because she was the secretary at the school,” Harrison says, laughing. “They just took that photo to make him look that way.”

Trump’s personality, at times, also drew in an army of followers. Harrison remembers approaching Trump’s table during his senior year to serve him when working as a waiter in the mess hall.

“He always had the goon squad,” Harrison said. “He would sit on the end, as the officers did, and ahead of him three rows down were these big, burly guys, like almost kind of a mafia thing.”


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