With hush money he builds his empire. With ground-up immigrant bones, and the blood and sweat of the disadvantaged, he creates glue to build the greed-mortared walls bearing his name. Disaster and tyranny are his mistresses. Ego, contempt, and envy: his holy trinity. Every day we walk in the shadow of his walled thoughts, his walled actions. So vast the distances between his tongue and the truth. No wonder people can’t stop talking about him. No wonder his wife refuses to hold his tiny hand.