One of the morbid things I learnt about late hitler’s family is that his closest male relatives chose not to procreate any further, not only for sharing this mark themselves, but also not wanting their kids to share it too. One can imagine what bullying could happen to a kid who bear resemblence to that guy in a post-war Germany that lost a generation to warfare and is undergoing heavy deprogramming, remorse and regret. Beating them could be thought of like hitting the long-dead Adolf by proxy for not so smart and impulsive teenagers, who probably had dads, uncles dead in the trenches for some stupid ideals proved wrong. Imagining if I could’ve born into this, the most thankful I could’ve possibly became to another human being could be for my parents to change countries, surnames and cut any connection leading to the famous austrian painter and genocide enthusiast.

I don’t think Trump’s kids would get the same treatment from peers, but from what I’ve occasionaly heard about Trump’s own childhood, their home itself could be a disasterous wreck. On the bright side, they’d probably have all the money in the world for a qualified therapy. How many dollars you can fit in the hole in your body to make it stop leaking blood? A superyacht and a half is my closest guess.