With George Steinbrenner ailing, I guess all we have left for our global, sporting corporate horse’s ass is Donald Trump.

I wish they’d just kick Trump out of Scotland. If this guy loves the country so much, as he repeatedly claims, why does he keep trying to disfigure it with his tasteless, architectural monstrosities?

Trump is trying to build what he modestly calls the world’s greatest golf course on a beautiful, sensitive area of Scotland’s northwest coast, near Aberdeen.

I’ve been to that area. It’s raw and beautiful, almost haunting in its beauty.

Trump wants to build a billion-dollar luxury golf course, more than 1,000 houses and a hotel resort on more than 800 acres, so he can give his rich clients nice views to go with their golf. Yeah, that should fit in nicely.

Of course, it makes no difference to Trump that the area is a Site of Specific Scientific Interest, including some rare birds. Nor does it matter to Trump that families who have lived in the area for generations don’t want the project; Trump called one resident’s farm “disgusting.”

Environmentalists are fighting the project, but Trump keeps crowing about how much money he’s going to spend, and all the jobs he’s creating.

“This is not an area where we’re desperate for jobs,” Councilor Debra Storr told ABC News.

Trump is now whining and threatening to pull out of the project if he doesn’t get approval to build his houses.

If the planning people in that area have an ounce of integrity, they’ll send the billionaire-bully packing.

It reminds me of that movie, “Local Hero,” with Burt Lancaster as the corporate bully who tries to buy the rights to a Scottish seaside town slated to be the site of an oil refinery.

The movie can be interpreted in a lot of ways, but I took it to be a treatise on the Scots love of their ancient land versus the soul-less greed of an American conglomerate.

Let’s hope the guys with souls win this one.

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