Perhaps in an effort to sell access to power (should the American people be stupid enough to return this weirdo to office), Grandpa Ramblemouth upped the rates to $1 million. This, for the privilege of enjoying his 24/7 omelette bar, free ketchup and proximity to overly made up silicon queens who believe they're living their best life.
It's a bargain, right?
Perhaps many of you new R17 readers don't know this or have chosen to forget, but there was a time when I thought that I, too, would like to be a member of this prestigious club. And actually reached out to Willy Ruiz, the Mara Lago Club Membership Director to inquire about what would have been the opportunity of a lifetime.
Because of a slew of other things going on, I've chosen to repost those inquiries for your amusement. Suffice it to say, I can no longer afford the price of membership at this now more exclusive joint...
Here then is my extensive correspondence with Willy (in chronological order):
https://roundseventeen.blogspot.com/2019/10/lets-join-golf-club.html
https://roundseventeen.blogspot.com/2019/10/lets-join-golf-club-saga-continues.html
https://roundseventeen.blogspot.com/2019/11/world-class-prestigious-fabulous-doral.html
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