By David Glenn Cox
Through the closed door and the courtroom artist, it is hard to grasp the tenor of the case against Donald Trump. All the ingredients are there, a strict Judge, a persistent prosecutor and a sullen defendant. Sketches and quotes. It looks bad for the defense with a tall mountain to climb. Michael Cohen and Stormy Daniels are loaded for bear and talking. But through all of the falderal and fussing there is a hidden villain and victim.
Ms. Daniels testified that during her almost momentary relationship with Mr. Trump. He insisted on showing her a picture of his wife Malaria Trump. Who does that? “Say, before we have illicit sex, check out my old lady! Cute huh?” There’s something deeply psychologically troubling about that beyond my reach. Then, Mr. Trump dropped a bomb shell. Telling the porn star, he, and his wife sleep in separate rooms.
No! Really? Say it ain’t so! Do you mean to tell me, there is a limit to what a former porn model can put up with? In a marriage to a fake billionaire, playboy wanna be? Trump was 60 at the time and Daniels 27 this ain’t no pretty thing, but a story destined to end badly. An old man making a fool of himself in front of god and everybody. The lecherous old rich guy chasing a pretty woman around who is half his age. Trying to prove he’s something he’s not to a world that knows better and doesn’t really care.
And if this affair were a one-off event, it could easily be excused as a late life crisis. “No fool like an old fool.” But this wasn’t a one-off affair but a repeated pattern. Donald cheated on his first wife with his second wife, then cheated again with his current wife. “Of course, I love you darling, but I just can’t keep my dick in my pants.” Ms. Trump knows that unless she kills him immediately and hides his body, he will cheat again.
The cleaning lady or a meter maid, census taker or a parking lot attendant. Eighteen to eighty, blind, crippled or crazy. Have no shame, have dick will travel. And you say they sleep in different rooms, huh? Someday they might sleep in separate houses. Now, just like anyone else, Ms. Trump had no idea of what she was getting herself into. She had mistakenly thought her womanly attractions could break the old dog from straying off the porch. I bet they all thought that! He only cheated because I was sooo special. Instead, he only cheated on his wife because I was the only woman in the room.
A Faustian bargain for sure. Malaria trading piecemeal porn work for a regular gig as the New Mrs. Donald Trump. Knowing his history and knowing his possible future behavior like owning a dog that humps everyone’s leg, it must get embarrassing after a while. Please excuse him; he does that to everybody. He needs his ego stroked regularly because his mama didn’t love him enough and his daddy belittled him.
Trump still needs evidence that the truth is a lie. He still needs to prove he’s the young lion, even if he’s gained a few dozen pounds and lost a few teeth. He can still get any girl he likes because he’s just so attractive (rich). Any porn actress or street corner prostitute is at his beck and call. Because they all really like him, right? He’s such a manly man, right?
Little girls dream of meeting a man with a large bank account and a short…attention span. Malaria thought she had landed the great white whale when Rod Serling intervened. “You’ve just crossed over into the Twilight Zone.”
For your consideration; an aging out of work porn actress. Trading her naked life in front of the camera for her naked life beneath the sheets. Trading her sanity for security and her pride for a simple green card and an anchor baby. Now, she is the most publicly humiliated woman living in the world today. Sitting quietly while her husband is publicly found guilty of sexual assault in two, count em, two trials.
Sitting quietly through all of it. The old fool chases a porn star then pays out six figures to keep her quiet. Separate rooms you say. I hope Mr. Trump’s room has a nice strong lock on the door. What sort of one-sided open marriage allows one partner to publicly humiliate the other repeatedly?
Make a fool of me once, shame on you. Make a fool of me over and over, shame on me.
Why is she still there? “Oh, I know, he’s a shameless womanizer who will chase anything but a Scotsman in a skirt. Even though he pays out bribes to fuck porn stars, I still love him.”
I bet it’s so frosty in that part of Mar-A-Lago they don’t even need the air conditioning.
It’s all very old school in a way. Louis the XIV can have all the chambermaids he likes because the Queen knows she is still the queen of France. But what happens when the treasury is empty? And the crowd begins calling for king’s head. Loyal? Well intentioned, traditional or just dumb?
In a way, I can understand her not wanting to dump Trump at his low ebb. Piling on to his misery and leaving him all alone except for all the servants in Xanadu. Eva followed Adolf down into the bunker for the last few days and Bonnie stayed with Clyde. He’s a corrupt, no good lying bastard, but he’s her no-good, corrupt lying bastard.
“While money can't buy happiness, it certainly lets you choose your own form of misery.” ― Groucho Marx