If you’re enough to remember an advertising campaign by National Airlines where pretty female flight attendants said things like, “I’m Marla. Fly me,” well, you should probably schedule a colon cancer screening.
I heard stories this morning that the U.S. has officially accepted a luxury jet from the Government of Qatar to be used as President Trump’s personal airplane.
It’s a luxury jet, mind you, that the Qataris have been trying unsuccessfully to sell for years, because it’s obsolete and a gas hog. And no one wanted it, so they had to wait for the right sucker to come along.
Step up, step up, Mr. Art of the Deal, and win a prize!
It will likely cost another $100 million or more to rip the jet apart and make it safe for the president to fly on.
Anyway, I immediately thought of that ad campaign.
Here’s the text, in case you can’t read it:
I’m Donald. Fly Me.
You’ve met my friend Tamim.
And some more friends like Vladimir, Viktor,
Jong Un, Bashar, and Jinping.
My friends like to give me things. Like luxury jets.
My other friends, like Jeff, Mark, and Elon
like to give me cash and cryptocurrency.
(Whatever that is).
I must be doing something they like.
If you want me to do something you like,
you know what to do. Just slip me some cash.
Or property.
Does it sound like bribery? Sure.
But the Supreme Court says as long
as I do it in the Oval Office while I’m President,
it’s all legal.
And I intend to stay President for a long, long time.
Fly Donald. Fly MAGA.
Donald Trump accepts Bitcoin, cash, and American Express
And here’s what the original campaign looked like:
