Advisor: A rapper wants to meet with you.
Trump: Who, Tupac? Tupac is a dear friend of mine.
Advisor: No, Ice Cube.
Trump: Is he a black?
Trump: Can he win me some negro votes?
Trump: Covefe! Send him in. Wait, before you do that, what does Negro Cuban want from me?
Advisor: Ice Cube, and he wants to sell you on this 500 billion dollar plan for Black America.
Trump: Covefe! Make sure he prints out the plan because after this meeting where we won’t discuss specific policy, I want to roll it up and sniff cocaine with it. Wait, 500 billion dollars!?!?? Who does he think he is? The Coronavirus or the military?!?
Advisor: Right, like we got 500 billion dollars stuffed in some attic in the Pentagon, but just not for black people.
Trumps: Black people? I think they prefer for the term negroes or people of colords.
Advisor: Sorry. So, I’m assuming you will just use this “plan” as a prop and never follow through on it, right?
Advisor: And will you be asking any follow up questions pertaining to the plan itself?
Trump: Fuck, no.
Advisor: Will you be asking any follow up questions about the ghetto and diamond rings?
Trump: Covefe! And oh, before I forget, what should we call this plan?
Advisor: Hmmm, maybe the “Black American Economic Equity Act” or something?
Trump: No, you have to sell the plan to the negroes. I will call it the..
Advisor: Ahh, shit, here we go…
Trump: I will call it the 20 Inch Rim Platinum Plan. The blacks still like 20 inches and platinum, right? The spinning platinum rims. My good friend Tupac told me about those.
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