Donald Doubles Down on the Black Vote

Look, I get that I’m a rich white guy you should supposedly hate, I get that. And you probably believe the black guy now in the White House is an American, whatever. But are you better off? I’m just asking. I’m betting no.

Look, anybody can run for President like anyone can win at the crap table— although your odds are better with blackjack...see, there are lots of strategies for beating the odds when people know—they know—the odds are always with the House.

So right there are the facts; you know I’m telling you the truth, now we’re having a genuine conversation. People aren’t stupid. They know the game is rigged. Are they asking to change the rules? Sure. Do they want improved odds?— you bet. The point is, they’re in your wheelhouse where they’re asking and you’re telling. Once you’ve got them there, you can tell them practically anything.

Let me tell you a little bit about anger management. About troublemakers, drunks and deadbeats. This place is a magnet for them. They’d be street hustling or at their jobs which they hate with bosses they hate or at home beating their wives and kids if it weren’t for this joint, what we offer here. We offer refuge. We give them glamour and dazzle like they get nowhere else, we give them drinks and food and gorgeous women; we hold the promise of riches. What’s wrong with that? There’s nothing wrong with that.

People want to feel good about themselves, everybody wants to feel good about themself. They come in here, they like how they feel. Excited, maybe a little scared, but not bored. Never bored. I will never bore you.

I don’t know how I can spell this out any plainer. You people, you go to church— and I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with this— but you go to church and give away what little money you’ve got— for what? No chance of payback, of winning. None whatsoever. So when I say, “Come on over to what I’ve got going on here, what have you got to lose?” I really mean it.