Funny how they keep trying to blame it on Trump. Something that was passed in 1996.

Wait until they all see the tax bill they get for selling their stuff online and $600 hit their bank account.
KC
In order to understand them you sometimes need to embrace your inner-Dummy. This can be achieved naturally by completely zoning out until your brain shuts down. But it may require a heavy dose of alcohol, drugs or even a few minutes of oxygen deprivation. So, the Dummy scenario plays out something like this:
The year is 1996. Trump is still friendly with the Clintons. Bill Clinton is sitting in the Oval Office and the “Red Phone” rings. Bill tentatively answers it fearing some significant international issue is about to erupt with the Russians.
Bill Clinton (BC): This is President Clinton. Boris is that you?
Donald Trump (DT): Hell no Billy Joe Bob, this is Donny T. How’s it hanging?
BC: Donald, how did you get this number? It’s my hot line to the Kremlin.
DT: What can I say? I know people in Russia. But don’t you worry about that. I’m calling to ask for a favor.
BC: Awww hell, what now? Does this have anything to do with Jeffrey?
DT: Nah, screw that guy. The sooner he kills himself the better. I’d like you to push a bill through Congress to go after deadbeat Dads.
BC: Why?
DT: Because no one likes deadbeat Dads. And someday in the future it may serve my interests. So, I’m thinking financial penalties, maybe some jail time. Hell, maybe even take away their passports and deport them.
BC: I can make that happen. We’ll call it the Deadbeat Dad Deportation Act.
DT: Super!! How’s everything else going for you?
BC: Aww, Washington sucks. And Hillary’s been such a bitch since we got here.
DT: That’s too bad. She’s such a shrew. Give me some time and I’ll come up with something that’ll make her regret being so nasty.
BC: That would be great.
DT: In the meantime, have you considered getting a little loving on the side?
BC: Well, there’s this intern named Monica…but if I did anything with her it’d probably end up being some sort of scandal.
DT: Nah. Go for it. Nobody will ever find out. Trust me.
BC: Maybe. All right I got to go.
DT: Talk to you later Big Dawg. And the next time you see Epstein tell him to quit calling me.