Donald Trump is trying have a nice luncheon with his friends in the Hamptons, collect some checks, and then go to the reception that follows elsewhere in the Hamptons, to collect more checks. He’s trying to raise about $10 million at these fund-raisers from a cryptocurrency magnate, hedge funders, and real estate developers—a new bar has been set for nice luncheons in the Hamptons.

But there’s been a whole hullabaloo festering beneath it. Stephen Ross is hosting a fund-raiser at his home in Southampton on Friday, and now we can’t buy a summer treat at Milk Bar or a chicken sammie at a Momofuku anymore, or use Lola tampons. We can’t spin at SoulCycle or become the biggest at Equinox. We can’t wander the halls of Hudson Yards, that little slice of Abu Dhabi on New York’s West Side. Ross is a major investor at all of those companies, and his luncheon will line the coffers of a guy whose primary contribution to America thus far is to separate families and put them in camps (Ross has said in the past rather magnanimously that he doesn’t agree with all of Trump’s policies, just “some.” So that’s…good?).

Then there’s a reception at Joe Farrell’s “Sandcastle” mansion on Friday, a home that’s long been controversial for its aesthetic departure from the surrounding area, but his hasn’t inspired the same amount of political ire yet. Though I guess I won’t be renting that $40 million Bridgehampton mansion anymore.

On top of everything, there’s the usual degree of difficulty that comes with shutting down the airspace over the Hamptons for the presidential flight. The Blade helicopter company, which often ferries the city’s elite and also the Chainsmokers and costs about $875 for a seat, added a “TRUMP TFR” icon below its flights this morning, standing for Temporary Flight Restriction, a measure issued by the Federal Aviation Administration. They’ve had to do this before, last year at the last August fund-raiser in the Hamptons. It’s pretty standard fare. The 1 percenters who use the service understand, probably. They get it. It’s aspirational. One day the airspace will be shut down for me, I’m sure they’re all thinking right now as they twirl their mustaches and sip their 10:45 a.m. scotch.

And anyway, who cares about the choppers. They can just fly later, and these people already have a ride. Ever heard of a little thing called private jets? Now as we speak in the Hamptons, per Page Six’s Emily Smith, the private jets are swarming the East Hampton airport.

Billionaires, they always find a way to get what they want.

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