NEW YORK CITY – Mary Trump has always felt that she had the uncle from hell. As a little girl, she saw that he was nothing more than a self-centered, egotistical, pompous jerk, who had more respect for Adolf Hitler than he had for women; including his own mama.
She recalls that he was so extremely uncoordinated that he couldn’t even jump rope. And, even as a kid, he had to eat a candy bar using both hands.
He was so mean, that he would take away her Barbie Doll and beat it with his little, itty, bitty sissy hands.
Mary noted that on one Thanksgiving, her pet Pomeranian bit Uncle Donnie on his ankle. He quickly bent down and picked it up, and bit it on its tongue. She elaborated that her uncle had a strange affliction for tongues, tits, and trampolines.
Her father told her that, when Donnie Johnnie was 14, he told his pretty English teacher that he had bone spurs on his balls.
She recalls that, many times, Uncle Donnie would steal his sister and brothers lunch money, and use it to buy Playboy Magazines.
Mary vividly remembers that the kids hated to play Monopoly with him, because he would steal all of the green houses and the red hotels.
Mary also wrote in the book, that Uncle Trumpy peed in his pants up until he was in his early 30s. He used to say that it was really sweat. Well - sweat ain’t yellow.