Earlier in the primary circus, Roger Kimball observed that Donald Trump’s vulgarity was the only authentic thing about him. It was a good line. And the perfect prologue to last week’s gleeful report that the Donald’s stockpile of historic paintings is as genuine as the color of his hair: “Trump’s Vast Art Collection Isn’t What It Seems.” Richard Johnson, writing in Page Six, snickers:

The French Impressionist paintings that decorate his homes are likely—don’t call them fakes—reproductions.

So! His paintings are worth no more than their glittery gilt frames! Continue Reading