The most magical place. Now she can talk about us going home? Never got it. Never did. And Thanksgiving. I had a traditional Thanksgiving in Atlantic City. What a wonderful place to go. The boardwalk’s a bit rundown, though. It’s kind of like the Wizard of Oz on acid. Junkies and pimps and pizza. Oh, my. And Donald Trump is the Wizard of Oz. He is the guy. He plays Monopoly with real fucking buildings. This is a scary man. Last night in Cleveland was surreal. I kept thinking, what’s this like? And then I thought, you know, when I was a little girl, I went to see when they reissued it the movie The Wizard of Oz.

And there were similarities that appeared to me. You know, lots of sound and fury, even a fog machine. But when you pulled back the curtain, it was just Donald Trump with nothing to offer to the American people. I have a feeling we are not in Washington anymore. Lindsey Graham comparing Donald Trump to the Wizard of Oz. In a Des Moines Register interview, Graham says Trump’s immigration plan is gibberish and will undo his campaign. Graham saying, quote, Donald Trump is the almighty eyes in the GOP presidential race right now. But there’s really nothing behind the curtain. The more he exposes himself putting forward solutions that are unworkable, the charm begins to fade after a while when you realize there’s nothing behind the curtain.

We have a message from a special guest that I’d like to share with you. Thank you for being with us today. There he was on the video screens pre-recorded reciting benefits from the tax cut. These great results are just the beginning. Trump’s giant head at this presser makes me think of the Wizard of Oz. Somebody pull down the curtain. But there was no curtain grabbing Toto to disturb the stagecraft at the briefing. Thank you. Thank you, Mr. President. This wizard certainly has a strong hold over his munchkins. The question is, will the courts finally pull back the curtain on citizen Trump and send him to jail for life? We need a partner on the issue of North Korea.

But the bottom line is this. Donald Trump, in office, on trade policy, you know, he reminds me of that guy in the Wizard of Oz. You know, when you pull back the curtain, it’s a really small dude. OK. How do I get to the inner city? Oh, just count your blessings and cut your losses and follow the yellow brick road. The yellow brick road? Yeah! The yellow brick road! Toto! We are welcome you to the Emerald City. We are welcome you to the Emerald City. We are welcome you to the Emerald City. An announcement from the great and powerful Oz.

Send up the one with the silver slippers. Fred Trump, T-R-U-M-P. And you know what? Fred Junior, your plane only has one… It’s Freddie, my oldest. He’s flying a plane with one wing and the head of my throne going round and round. Hey, look, if you ever get serious about doing business, Walter, give me a call. Otherwise, Walter, goodbye. That was cold, boys. That was a good one. Otherwise, goodbye. You see, you’ve got to kill, you know? You’ve got to kill them, OK? Right, Donald? Kill, kill, kill! Where’s my lunch? Amy! But that could compare to what’s there back in my old town.

I’m not good enough. I’m not good enough. I’m not good enough, is that it? I’d still be working for you, Dad. With you expanding your… You’re taking on Manhattan in the middle of an economic recession. I don’t want to live on the outskirts of the Emerald City, Dad. I don’t want to be stuck in the suburbs of Oz. No, I belong in the city, Dad. I’ve always… I don’t want to be the guy who collects the rent, Dad, OK? I don’t believe it. I belong in the center of the world. I’m not good enough, is that it? I’d still be working for you, Dad.

With you expanding your… You’re taking on Manhattan in the middle of an economic recession. I don’t want to live on the outskirts of the Emerald City, Dad. I don’t want to be stuck in the suburbs of Oz. So, Mr. Trump, I read in, like, articles and stuff about how you recovered from some difficult single greatest corporate comeback in U.S. history. OK. You’ve always, Mr. Trump, compared Manhattan to the Emerald City, to the wonderful land of Oz. So does that make you the wizard? What, are you in high school? You’re in Manhattan? Yes, Mr. Trump, PS 344.

That might just be the best question I’ve ever been asked. Does that make me the wizard? Well, sure as hell doesn’t make me Dorothy. I mean, come on. She’s an idiot. She’s in Oz, for God’s sake. The most magical place. Now she can talk about us going home. Never got it. Never did. You’ve always, Mr. Trump, compared Manhattan to the Emerald City, to the wonderful land of Oz. So does that make you the wizard? What, are you in high school? You’re in Manhattan? Yes, Mr. Trump, PS 344. That might just be the best question I’ve ever been asked.

Does that make me the wizard? Well, sure as hell doesn’t make me Dorothy. I mean, come on. She’s an idiot. She’s in Oz, for God’s sake. The most magical place. Now she can talk about us going home. Never got it. Never did. Oh, N.E.M. There’s no place like home. [tr:trw].