You know, I was thinking:

About Jr’s wife filing this week and what a bad week it was gonna be for the Trimp Family after 60 Minutes airs this Sunday.

And then I thought: wait...maybe it’s not a coincidence: maybe Stormy was busy with more than one Tramp at a time. Or maybe one of the other porno ladies had him while Stormy was polishing the knob of his father. Maybe he confessed to his wife and that was the last straw or whatever. It doesn’t really matter.

Something’s rotten in Denmark. I can sense it.

“Cremation is for those who think outside the Box”. With this crew, you have to think outside the box.

First the Philadelphia Eagles and now this...

Nothing here is ever easy.

But we did it!

You all know what's going to happen...

Eventually we are gonna get a Democrat into the Office of the President. It will be a joyous moment and we will be shouting and smiling and high-fiving and relieved and celebrating and having parties and generally being very very pleased that we are finally rid of this orange-u-tan.

And then it's going to happen: the MSM is going to collectively announce that it was "somewhat" culpable for the allowance of a sociopathic liar to nearly-destroy the fabric of the United States so they will assert that a new day has dawned: to wit, that every statement of the new Democratic President will be analyzed and torn apart syllable by syllable to ENSURE that this never happens again. They will institute "He/She is a Liar tonight because..." segments on the news and it will be incessant. Any call of unfairness or over-reaction to minor twists of pure verity will be answered by retorts of "we cannot let this happen again".

Now here's the best part...

After the Democrat is torn limb from limb rhetorically, the new Republican President will be the beneficiary of liberalized rules because the MSM will issue a mea culpa that they overreacted to the 45th President whose name they will not even utter (see History Lesson #39457 in re: Bush/Cheney as unmentionable).

It's the Political Cycle of Life.

And now for something completely different:

You know what I really can't tolerate??

Whenever someone is interviewed about the Stormy Daniels affair, they get this stupid junior-high-school-shit-eating grin on their faces as if to say,

"OOOOH! WE'RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT SEX AND DOING IT AND WOMEN WITH HUGE BREASTS AND BLOND HAIR AND PAYING FOR IT AND NAKED STUFF AND HOTEL ROOMS AND DIRTY PICTURES AND OTHER REALLY NEAT THINGS!!!!!!

And then after they're introduced, they are still smiling and then giggle a little before they begin their pseudo-sophisticated explication of the events with a little laugh and then continue smiling while they make excuses for their lack of knowledge in all things sexual (yeah, right) and use all the "right" qualifiers as though they were real journalists, such as "allegedly" and "as reported by _______" and "sources close to _____" .

Wotta load. The facts are simple, obvious and these:

Trump would fuck anything that walked or talked with an hourglass figure. Didn't matter if he was married, single, engaged, just finished fucking another woman, or was "enervated from masturbating" (Henry Miller in his novel Tropic of Capricorn). He paid all these women in one manner or another and I will GUARANTEE you that he subscribed to the famous rationalization that you don't pay a woman for the sex, you pay her to leave. This man has NO emotional attachment to any female, save possibly for his eldest daughter - and THAT we don't even want to go into here. He had access to objectively beautiful women through his enterprises and his so-called social circle which afforded him the opportunities to "seduce" these women. But the joke was really on him, because you KNOW that he thought that these ladies would be honored by his interest in them, and that he would allow that at first maybe they thought they'd profit from him but that in the end he would get the better of them because he was SMARTER and CLEVERER than they or their coteries were.

In that regard I refer you to the end of the film Speed where the villain says he's smarter than the hero - and he repeats it but does not realize that the hero, though submissively being choked on the roof of a subway car in motion, begins to push the villain's head up until one of the projections from the ceiling decapitates him. This is a metaphor for what is happening to this particular arch-villain: he is being hoist by his own petard and is going to be titularly decapitated by the forces that be, which range from a most-effective Federal prosecutor to the attorney of a porno star, a porno star who incidentally has huge...tracts of land. (A tip of the hat to Monty Python). I for one await his undoing by whatever means occurs. I just hope its expeditious.

Generating your porno name:

Your first name is the name of your first pet
Your last name is the name of the street you grew up on.

Mine would be Perky Hulmeville

Donald: Stormy is still waiting for that 8-10 inches you promised

Her.

Oh... you meant the snow. We should have known better.

How about that teeny tiny.....

Pair of hands you have. “Vanilla sex” she said...

See you in court.

That might have been the craziest goddamned thing

I’ve ever seen on TV

Period

The Powers That Be want him out.

They got their tax cut now. He’s now costing them money and he’s destabilizing.

Time to go.

This is how we go for the jugular:

Hear me out: we start a campaign wherein we spell his name incorrectly. Any way you want to spell it is fine: Timp, Tromp, Tump, any way at all. It’ll catch on in no time and will make him nuts.

I’m not going to tell you how I know this’ll work because the DU PC Police will be all over me, but trust me, it will.

Eventually, there’ll be a vignette on the Nightly News at the end of the broadcast: you know how they do it, all humorously with David Muir or Jeannie Moos, but it’ll hammer a few nails in. After, he’s only about his revolting “Brand” and we can sully that by irreverent satire aimed at the soul of his being. Such as that is.

It’ll work, believe me.