Art of the Deal
I think the saddest story I heard all week — and as you know, there were plenty coming out of the White House — was the one where Karen McDougal apologized to Melania for the affair she had with Melania’s husband Donald J. This is the stuff of trashy novels, soap operas and high-minded porn films, but the sad part was she loved the jerk. I know, it’s hard to imagine, but maybe we judge the man too harshly. Something underneath that braggart exterior, deeper than the bullying and the lying, more complex than the 10 year old angry punk who has a germ phobia, must be loveable. Vulnerable. Attractive to a Playboy model anyway.
Maybe we’re all too sensitized by the faux news stories that depict our President as a moron, a mean-spirited monster, a shallow dildo of a man interested in only himself and his next sexual and/or political conquest, a greedy knee-jerk real estate huckster who, despite winning the highest office in the world, still wants to sell Trump MAGA hats. An imbecile who Karen McDougal fell in love with over a prolonged affair. Maybe, just maybe, we’ve judged the man too harshly.
Who knows? Maybe he had a tough childhood. A cruel father. A mother who bottle fed him skim milk. A nanny who sexually abused the boy. An allowance so low he had to buy used Chevys. We don’t know what molded the man, do we? But Karen might. Karen was intimate with him. Karen loved him. And she thought maybe he loved her for more than her centerfold personality. Well, until he offered to pay her. And of course then she felt like … not the love of his life. Like … well, a woman who gave him sex and was now in a fiscal negotiation.
You think that isn’t sad?? You think maybe that’s the saddest sorry story you heard this week. It makes the Stormy Daniels tell-all coming up tomorrow on 60 Minutes look like a com/rom movie. Stormy didn’t love the jerk, she’ll be the first to tell you. And she wasn’t hurt and humiliated when he paid her to keep their tryst quiet. It was, after all, just a business deal. Maybe not too artful, but a deal’s a deal. And they’re made to be broken, as Donald has said many times. That right there is the Art of the Deal. And Karen, a word of advice, the next boyfriend, be a better judge of character. If he acts like an asshole, chances are, he probably is.
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Yes Skeeter, I think it comes down to the women who know him best. Few of us have been privy to more than a hazy glimpse of Donald J. Trump’s background. We simply don’t know whether he was subjected, as you suggested, to a cruel father, skim milk, or an abusive nanny. The big picture might explain his complex nature, like the roving mind which changes every day if not every hour, and perhaps the way so many seemingly disparate parts stitched themselves together into the man we see before us today. Are we, standing on the sidelines, qualified to judge?
Besides youthful challenges, he later endured bankruptcy after bankruptcy, disastrous business failures that would have brought down another man. But something reanimated his desire for winning, and what he endured to reach that point we’ll never know, but somehow, he rose, sat up, and cast his eyes about the room. Trumpenstein lives! Certainly, as far as explanations go, this one takes into account the disproportionately tiny hands.
Will the villagers armed with torches and pitchforks capture him before he reaches the Russian borderline? Or will The Monster escape, and find passage to the shores of an icy Siberian wasteland, then trudge through the snow toward a distant horizon? Maybe I’ll never understand what makes him tick, but I’ll accept either conclusion.
We would need 5 PhD’s in psychopathology between us to understand the inner workings of a man of DJT’s complexity. As you say, he overcame the shame and burden of multiple financial failures and parlayed those fiascoes into a Presidency. And if the Donald’s mental state is beyond fathoming for the likes of us, what chance do we have to understand those folks who voted for the boy? I hang my head and weep into my hands. This is our country. These are our neighbors. This is our President. Fuckin aye.