Every time I return
home to Scotland, I am dismayed by the number of daft and annoying Americans. They will trace back ancestry for 4 or 5 generations, or more, however far it takes to find a tenuous connection, then they’ll proudly declare “I am scottish!”. When visiting their perceived ancestral home they are easily recognizable from the loud US accents, boasting how Scottish they are. Also from the fact that regardless of gender they’ll be wearing wearing patterned and pleated ladies’ skirts, which somebody told them was a tartan and a kilt.
To be fair to Donald, I’m not sure he fits above description. Not sure if he wears a skirt, but was his mother not Scottish, born on Isle of Lewis?