If that little plastic card didn't get you, Donald Trump has a new offer. How about you give him $25 or so and he puts you on his, um, "Board of Directors"?
Join today and you will receive your very own Board of Directors Certificate:
Won’t that look great hanging up in your home? Or your office?
We've already established that political campaigns will use some very odd trinkets to sweeten the donation pot, but I'm still struck by the tone of Trump's recent offerings. Who, precisely, would think that would look great hanging up in your home? Who is going to go to their office with a framed, hangable Donald J. Trump Board of Directors Certificate, hang it up on their wall, and point it out smugly to passersby?
"See that? Yup. I'm on the Board of Directors. Says so right there. So maybe you should shut up about my last three reports being late, Jerry."
I understand T-shirts. I understand how Donald Trump adopted an inconvenient necessity—a cheap cap meant to keep his carefully engineered hair-cantilever in place even when the would-be president was slated to face his worst and most persistent enemy, a stiff breeze—and mass marketed them so that it looked more like an intentional political statement than what it was, a man trying to keep his hair on his head. And I understand Clinton's own card meme, your own personal "Woman Card," because it is a joke you can share with your fellow candidate-supporting friends.
But this I don't get. Does that make me a bad person?