Donald, Son of Deadwood

Now that he’s once again temporarily(?) consigned to the dustbin of GOP political history, Donald Trump can go back to doing what he knows best.   No, Lunghu’s not talking about real estate development.  The-Artist-of-The-Deal-Currently-Known-As-The-Donald has long enjoyed even greater renown for his compulsive acquisition of … young blonde models.   Ever wondered why DT runs through the ladies so quickly?   Besides the obvious answer (which is –-because he can), there’s also a pseudo-scientific explanation for this behavior: it’s in his genes.   No, not his jeans, his genes.

Canada’s self-proclaimed Magazine of the Far North ‘UpHere‘ recently  revealed that it all began with grandfather Friedrich Trump in the Yukon Gold Rush of 1898.

Fred knew how to hustle. In 1891, he launched his first business, a late-night restaurant in a seedy part of Seattle [amid] a labyrinth of saloons, opium parlors, pawn shops, loan sharks, hookers and flop houses.  [When word reached Seattle] of a massive gold strike in the distant North, Trump seized the opportunity. He opened another restaurant, catering to the thousands of stampeders who passed through the port on their way to Alaska.  In March 1898, he boarded a ship bound for Skagway.

Trump, with money in his pocket from the restaurant in Seattle, was able to use pack animals and cross the mountains [into the Yukon] on the … [eastern] route [through] White Pass.  The route was known as Dead Horse Trail, named for the thousands of animals that died under their loads and were ground into the rock and snow by the crowd passing over them.  With another greenhorn named Ernest Levin, Trump pitched a tent beside the path and opened a restaurant offering hot, simple meals to the stream of prospectors flowing past.  One of the menu items was horsemeat.

By the end of May, Trump and Levin had made it to Bennett [BC], where they opened the New Arctic Restaurant and Hotel.  It was a two-story building made from milled lumber, a rarity in the sea of tents and lean-tos.

Trump and Levin’s recipe for hospitality and success included more than just bed and board:  more like bed and broad.   A contemporary ‘reviewer’ noted (in typical euphemistic 19c style):

“I would advise respectable women traveling alone to be careful in their selection of hotels at Bennett.   For single men the Arctic has excellent accommodations as well as the best restaurant in Bennett, but I would not advise respectable women to go there to sleep as they are liable to hear that which would be repugnant to their feelings  –-and uttered, too, by their own sex.”

In the spring of 1900, [the two partners] loaded their hotel onto a barge, floating it downriver toward Whitehorse [Yukon].  They disassembled the building before they hit the Whitehorse Rapids, then rebuilt it again in the booming new town.  The New Arctic Hotel and Restaurant, in its second incarnation, was up and running on Whitehorse’s Front Street by the time the first White Pass & Yukon Route train rolled into the station.  As they had in Bennett, the duo offered upscale food and discreet accommodations for men and women of loose morals.   But trouble was brewing for Trump.  Rumor around Whitehorse was that the authorities planned to crack down on the gambling, drinking and prostitution that kept the local economy running.  [So, after a year in Whitehorse,] just over three years after he’d arrived in the North, Trump cashed out and left the territory.  Once again, his timing was impeccable: The gold rush was over; stampeders were leaving the Yukon in droves.

So there you have it:  young Donald grew up hearing tales about Grandpa’s adventures running Gold Rush casino hotels and whorehouses in the frozen tundra, and it sounded like a lot of fun.   In fact, it sounded a lot like a career plan for Donald himself.  Now comes the tough part –-how does The Donald cash out?  Or does he just cash in his chips instead?


Tags: , , , ,

%d bloggers like this: