Self-made billionaire genius James Dolan, whose billionaire father, Charles, bought him the NY Knicks [1] and made him the head of his business empire (think young Donald and his dad, Fred) invited Donald J. Trump to be his guest in a luxury box in Madison Square Garden to watch game three (and maybe four) of the Knicks-Spurs championship series. The Knicks are chasing history, in position to tie the longest postseason winning streak on the way to winning a championship for the first time since 1973. The Knicks franchise has been handicapped by the idiotic and impulsive Dolan’s epic failures and tantrums over the last thirty years or so.
Security for game three at Madison Square Garden will be a nightmare for Knicks fans tomorrow night (paying fans — tickets for the cheapest seats are $9,000 — are already being rapaciously gouged by Dolan, of course [2]). Those with tickets to see the game are advised to arrive at least two hours early and carry nothing with them. A throng of joyous New Yorkers won’t get to watch the game live on a giant screen outside the Garden on Seventh Avenue where thousands have assembled for each of the first two games — out of security concerns for Trump and his entourage. New Yorkers have been celebrating, as their team has been dominant in the postseason and a championship is in reach for the first time in more than half a century.
The smart, selfless play of this well-balanced, indomitable Knicks team, their collective cool under fire, is a living illustration of the power of teamwork and trust in your abilities as a group, has brought great joy to New York City during very ugly times for our country. This team embodies the best in us, smart, calm, skillful, each doing their part to help their teammates and advance their mutual goals.
Dolan and Trump are built differently, being both born very stable hereditary geniuses who rule their kingdoms with a mighty, supremely entitled, hand. They don’t believe in community, teamwork, the common good, sound advice or anything else. They believe only in their own abusive quest for glory and immortality. It is natural that the hated son of billionaire Charles Dolan would inflict something as disgusting as Trump on New York City at this exciting moment for New Yorkers. No joy is too small for a billionaire egomaniac to shit on by publicly licking the ass of another billionaire egomaniac. Dolan cut to the front of the line of those billionaires ready to pleasure the demented president. Whatever happened to “fuck you” money if you can’t ever have enough not to line up to blow an insane autocrat in hopes of a few million more bucks?
Trump, who will be greeted with thunderous boos from the crowd he is fucking by his attendance, is always delighted for the chance to slip his puckered mushroom into a willing, wealthy receptacle. He’s indicated that he’s tickled by Dolan’s invite and intends to go to game three of the NBA championship, and maybe game four as well.
Leave it up to fucking James Dolan, hated by Knicks fans for his decades of disastrously stupid decisions sabotaging the Knicks and betraying their fans. A series of impulsive, boneheaded decisions, temper tantrums, idiotic hirings and firings, all based on billionaire James Dolan’s belief that he was born for greatness, his wealth is proof of his genius, and that his excrement is delicious. You can look this piece of garbage up on the internet for the details of what a supreme asshole he is in his personal and professional life. Here’s a word about how much this despicable blowhard is hated by Knicks fans:
Knicks fans have called for Dolan to sell the team, and Dolan banned one fan from attending games for imploring him to sell the team.
He has also used facial recognition to prevent those involved in litigation against him or his companies from attending events at venues he runs.
ESPN reported in November [2023] that Dolan resigned from the NBA’s finance and media committees, saying in a memo, “Given all that has occurred lately, I have come to the conclusion that the NBA neither needs nor wants my opinion.” source
So, naturally, Dolan saddles up in his private bomber, tanks filled with excrement, and, at the perfect moment, unleashes a tide of liquid shit on Knicks fans, on all of New York, because that’s what self-made billionaire geniuses always do, don’t they? Somebody give this asshole a chainsaw to swing over his head at the celebration of his glorious Knick championship. I wonder if they already have the next Trump “assassin” in place at the Garden to make this community-bonding moment during game three about who it is really about — two fly-encrusted turds, born to rule.
The despised Dolan invites America’s Hitler (according to JD Vance, before his temporary, transactional conversion to MAGA) as the living repudiation of what sports fans all over the country are watching. This Knicks team represents camaraderie, teamwork, calm under pressure, nobody trying to be The Man, trust in teammates, a sense of balance, getting timely, important contributions from all. What do Trump and Dolan represent? Spoiled, disgustingly wealthy (based on their inheritances) brittle, “self-made” “rugged individuals” who rule by sheer will, impervious to good advice and blaming everyone else for the predictable results of their stupid decisions. These are two of the most thin-skinned, incompetent jackasses ever to disgrace their respective positions.
Dolan’s grotesque invitation makes perfect sense in the morality play we are all doing our best to survive. Dolan and Trump certainly deserve each other, but New York and the world don’t.
[1] AI is good enough for this assclown:
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