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Written by Lucian K. Truscott IV / Salon April 11, 2020
There was a brief moment, back in the late 70s and early 80s, when I was on fire in New York City. I had a novel on the New York Times bestseller list. I had a new wife, and we had been dubbed a literary power couple in the tabloids. I had a movie deal in Hollywood, and Gore Vidal had been signed to adapt my novel for the big screen. I was invited to Upper East Side dinner parties, at one of which I found myself seated next to Henry Kissinger and across the table from Norman Mailer. But I knew I had really reached the top when my phone rang one morning, and the famous New York Post gossip columnist Steve Dunleavy was on the line, asking if it would be all right to publish on Page Six in the next days newspaper that Donald Trumps latest starlet girlfriend had been my date the night before at Elizabeth Taylors birthday party at Studio 54.
See all the star power in that sentence? And most of it was true! I had been at Elizabeth Taylors birthday party at Studio 54, the night when she rode into the place on a white stallion with the famous Studio image of the man in the moon sniffing from a teaspoon of cocaine behind her. But I hadnt been with Trumps new girlfriend, although I had spotted him at the party, standing in a gaggle that included the infamous red-baiting lawyer Roy Cohn and the designer Halston. It seemed that Trumps then wife, Ivana, had learned he had been at the party with the starlet, and Trump had called Dunleavy with a favor to ask. Could he print a rumor that the girlfriend was with someone else, to get Ivana off his back? Dunleavy had seen me at the party, and for some reason selected me as the beard for Trumps girlfriend.
I said no, he couldnt put me in his column as escort to Trumps bimbo, and that was that. Except it wasnt, because of what my brief brush with the Trump penumbra of fame says about those days in New York in general, and Trump in particular.
That wasnt the only time I ran into Trump during my brief foray into the Manhattan stratosphere. I saw him at a boite called Le Club on the Upper East Side one night, ogling the young lovelies who teetered around the place in skyscraper heels and micro-skirts, their enormous cantilevered chests held aloft by power-bras seemly constructed by U.S. Steel. I saw him at an East Side supper club one night promoting the Miss Universe Pageant, which he had recently purchased, apparently to audition dates for parties at Studio 54 and other popular nightspots. And of course I saw his then-boyish visage almost daily in the tabloids, grinning for the flashbulbs at nightclubs, prize fights, and ribbon cuttings for his collection of garish buildings that popped up around uptown Manhattan like some new species of deadly mushroom.
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And thats why we find ourselves where we are with the coronavirus. For three months, Trump thought he could treat the virus like he treated his bankers, like he treated his contractors, like he treated his wives and girlfriends, like he treated the whole fucking Republican Party. He would bluff his way through. All he had to say was that this building was the tallest and the best, and it was! All he had to say was that he was a billionaire, and he was! All he had to say was that if you crossed him, hed kill you with tweets, and nobody ever crossed him! All he had to say was that the virus was going away, that we had it under control, that the number of cases were going to zero, and all of that would come true!
Trump could bluff his way through marriages, sexual abuse allegations, bankruptcies
hell, he could even bluff his way into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. But he couldnt bluff the virus. He doesnt owe the virus any money. He hasnt left the virus sobbing in some Reno hotel suite with no one to turn to. He cant divorce the virus and remarry another, younger, prettier virus. He cant slather the virus with orange pancake makeup and spray it into submission with swoops of combover cotton candy and fool everyone into believing it wasnt really there.
Trump bluffed his way through everything else in his entire life, but he has finally tested positive. Hes on life support. He didnt catch the virus. The virus caught him.
What really piss's me off is this...............what do you think now Pomerantz............you basically gave him a pass and this country has over 18,000+ deaths later .............with his fucking shit show................
In all, Trump took out more than $3 billion in loans, $900 million of which he personally guaranteed. His entire teetering gold-leafed mirrored empire fell, the whole lot of it, in 1992 at a big meeting with more than 50 lawyers in a big conference room in the law offices of Weil, Gotshal & Manges, the firm that represented Trumps largest lender, Citibank. Trump sat down and signed over most of his buildings, his jet, his yacht, his airline and his casinos, all of it in one afternoon, in exchange for more favorable terms on his personally guaranteed loans. The banks could have easily called Trumps loans and left him penniless, but we all agreed that hed be better alive than dead, explained Alan Pomerantz, then head of the real estate department at Weil.
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(2,809 posts)Why is he standing in your spangled leather poncho
And your elevator shoes?
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Such as your friend will never be welcome here
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