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I took my Trump-loving father to Mar-a-Lago

I took my Trump-loving father to Mar-a-Lago

A couple of weeks ago, my dad and I stood on a Palm Beach sandbar staring at President Trump's Mar-a-Lago golf club and resort. My dad didn't dress up much for the trip. He was wearing his quintessential summer garb of kneehigh white sport socks, a faux polo shirt from the sale rack, and a pair of somewhat saggy khaki shorts.

We used my camera's zoom to see the president's resort because the local police and the red-shirted Mar-a-Lago security guard who was staked outside don't allow commoners an up-close view.

From our perch on the side of the bay furthest away from Mar-a-Lago's front gates, we could catch a glimpse of the the lush green manicured lawns and white tents that...

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