Doubtless a Russian hacker, octogenarian Zvonyik was back outside Trump Parc in Stamford, yesterday, where she's been stationed since last November. God bless her, and may her walker's wheels stay ever free of snow, but it would be a kindness if someone tried to explain to the poor dear that The Donald has nothing to do with the co-op she's in such a tizzy about. Trump licensed his name to F.D. Rich for a fixed million-dollar fee way back when the building was being built ("a waste of money" , Tom Rich later admitted to brother Gideon - "no one cares about Trump out here" - that was a decade or so ago, mind you) and had nothing further to do with it. The building itself has long since been turned over to its co-op owners, and there's no connection between the building and the man Ms. Zvonyik's chomping her dentures about.
This deranged, Pavlovian response to even seeing the Devil's name is not confined to the (older) senile set - our own governor Dannel Malloy was at the place last Spring; that's funny, because he was delighted to see the building go up when he was mayor of Stamford, but at least he hasn't come back: Comrade Zvonyik won't leave.