Sure enough, Trump meets the ducklings at Radio City in a room with carpet so ugly that it might have damaged my TV. He’s flanked by Rockettes because he’s basically just becoming a James Bond villain. By the end of the season, he’ll be stroking a Persian cat and dropping people through trap doors. Having made his entrance, he dismisses the Rockettes, who slink away and wonder what their lives have become.
So, I’m not going to keep mentioning this, but Marlee has a sign-language interpreter, Jack, with her at all times. I think he’s the same guy who was on Dancing with the Stars with her. He’s surprisingly unobtrusive, but sometimes it’s jarring to see a little guy signing away quietly, especially since, as Don (spunkybean Don, not Trump Jr.) thinks that he looks like an older Chris Kattan. I think he looks like a small and benevolent Ray Wise. (For me, he looks like Gilbert Gottfried. Go figure.–Myndi)
