It was repugnant, but mesmerizing, like a bad car accident.

I somehow found myself involved in last night’s premiere of The Apprentice, Donald Trump’s latest attention-whoring vehicle. As I watched him last night lording over his court of wannabe corporate kingpins, I felt like throwing up. And it was hard not to squint at the glare of all the gilded objects in his palatial apartment. Trump is a Leo, through and through. I find it fascinating that he is one of many millionaires with a sun-Uranus conjunction in his natal chart.

Here’s the ironic part: I was accosted by one the contestants, Sam, over the summer. He tried to get me to sell lemonade for him as I walked by Joe’s Pizza late one afternoon. I was annoyed at the time, but I secretly cheered last night when he didn’t get fired.

I think he might even win…