"I'm in Philadelphia. I've just smoked a joint in a back alley and then checked into my hotel. My room is on the 10th floor: a corner room with a beautiful view of downtown Philly in front of my bed and to the right of it. I plop down on the hotel bed and close my eyes, taking in the late afternoon sun blasting through the windows."
"I feel the sun on my skin. On my face. The THC does its work and now I no longer feel as if I'm in Pennsylvania at all. I feel as if I'm lying in a great glass case, on display for the angels to see. I feel transported. Safe. Glorious. And for just a lone, unpleasant second, I think to myself, "Hey man, this must be how Melania Trump feels all the time.""
"This is because I'd just seen "Melania" the day before this. For work, mind you. I'd never actually go see this film of my own accord, although a handful of our most gullible Americans did just that over the weekend. The first lady's self-produced "documentary" made $7 million at the box office over that period, defeating initial expectations that it would gross $0 million. Like Jimmy Kimmel, I'm not convinced that everyone who bought a ticket to "Melania" actually bothered to attend "Melania.""
A person smokes a joint in a back alley, checks into a 10th-floor corner hotel room in Philadelphia, and experiences a THC-fueled reverie of safety and exaltation. The reverie produces a sudden comparison to Melania Trump after seeing the film "Melania" the day before for work. The film earned $7 million despite expectations of virtually no gross, prompting skepticism about actual attendance. The film's mere existence is portrayed as unnecessary and indicative of questionable backroom deals and involvement by powerful figures. Reported financing and promotion figures and controversial production personnel raise further concerns.
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