Just like Trump, Ginger was a natural-born ham, teaser, hard worker, Jello-Oesque performer and star.
And just like Trump she was one of the most difficult to define of all the 1930s Hollywood stars.
At her best she was a synonym for fun and high spirits while also conveying a dignified and skeptical kind of resistance to other people, and these contradictory impulses made her one of the most special and ambiguous performers of her time.
Rogers excelled in her first seven musicals with Fred Astaire and in several of her comedy vehicles and she did everything Fred it, only backwards and in high heels. She was beloved, and rightly so.
With today’s stock market soaring, companies hiring and taxes reforming big time, here are the happy lyrics to Trump’s We’re in the Money:”
We’re in the money.
We’re in the money.
We’ve got a lot of what it takes to get along
We’re in the money.
The skies are sunny.
Old man Depression, you are through.
You’ve done us wrong.
We never see a headline about a breadline today.
And when we see the landlord, we can look that guy right in the eye.
We’re in the money.
Come on, my honey,
Let’s spend it, lend it, send it rolling along.
Gone are my blues and gone are my tears.
I’ve got good news to shout in your ears.
The silver dollar has returned to the fold.
With silver you can turn your dreams to gold.
We’re in the money.
We’re in the money.
We’ve got a lot of what it takes to get along
We’re in the money.
The skies are sunny.
Old man Depression, you are through.
You’ve done us wrong.
We never see a headline about a breadline today.
And when we see the landlord, we can look that guy right in the eye.
We’re in the money.
Come on, my honey,
Let’s spend it, lend it, send it rolling along.
We’re in the money.
We’re in the money.
We’ve got a lot of what it takes to get along.
We’re in the money.
The skies are sunny.
Old man Depression, you are through
You’ve done us wrong.
We never see a headline about a breadlinetoday.
And when we see the landlord, we can look that guy right in the eye.
We’re in the money.
Come on, my honey,
Let’s spend it, lend it, send it rolling along.
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