She Was the Mother of His Children

 

They say if you want to know the measure of someone, see how they treat waitstaff and pets. Or take a look at how Donald Trump treats the gravesite of his first wife, the mother of his three oldest children. That little indent there is her flat little headstone. You can just about see it for the grass.

He owns that property. He pays groundskeepers. They keep up the greens that rich folks play on--but is Ivana Trump's grave kept nice? It's patchy. (Not unlike Trump's head.)

It's not because of affection or familial devotion, either. I know people who visit their dead loved ones regularly and get on their own knees to weed, because they care. They put flowers. They bring a weed whacker in the car. Sure. Regular people will do things like that. Cemetaries can only do so much.

But Trump is a wealthy man (so we hear) with exactly one grave with a more-or-less public view. He has to know the grave will be seen. He could have left standing orders to keep it nice just for the damn optics of not making look like he carted off her body to disrespectfully plant it at Bedminster for a tax break. 

But he doesn't really care, even about what it looks like. That's who he is.