Sorry, but settling this case was absolutely a no brainer. It simply tells me that he was finally convinced by enough lawyers that this was not a battle worth fighting. There was no way this was ever going to court.
What kind of lawyers are you talking about here? The ethical kind, who would advise a client to settle because the evidence and the law are against him? Or the ones that see an avalanche of billable hours and a case that could tie up the various appeals courts until their grandchildren graduate college?
Still your party. 
Huffington Post? Really? I can’t stand them. And I disagree with your wife on this. I found it offensive, nonetheless.
BTW, your wife and I have a doper in common. She doesn’t post, but immediately recognized who she was from one of your posts from years ago. Too small a country.
Which he can decry if he wants to!
I hope that the profiteering, insider trading and nepotism I expect to take place will cause his administration to implode from scandal, but I’m somewhat afraid it won’t.
My cousin is a Trump fan, and I’m not sure there’s anything he or his administration can do or say that would sway her. He and his kids made a ton of money selling US interests down the river? “Oh, that was really in our best interests – I read it on Facebook. Besides, why shouldn’t he make money off his presidency? That just makes him a smart businessman.”
I think he could call Jesus Christ a f-gg-t, and my cousin would say, “Oh, that explains why every picture of him shows him wearing a skirt.” Trump could say that he may grab pussies, but what he really likes is to fuck seven-year-old boys, and my cousin would regret the fact that both her grandchildren are girls.
No kidding. It would amaze me when we’d go to Plaza Lama and run into someone she hadn’t seen for years, or a cousin, or. . . everyone knew everyone.
And I’d be sitting there thinking, “Aren’t there three million people in this city?”
You, sir, have ruined my day! That song will play in my head all day.
And they are somehow related. I call it One Degree of Separation. No matter how famous – or infamous – someone is, if they have anything to do with DR, I am connected to them by at most one person.
Can you say, “hi,” to Big Papi for me next time you see him?
He’s more likely to meet my husband (again) on the golf course. 
And now back to the not-so-lovable guy.
Chimp seems more appropriate to me, the way he flings shit.