I got a big bang out of Donald
Trump's recent comments about the relationship – some sort of pseudo love
affair, to hear the idiot Trump's accusation – between Mueller and Comey. Hell,
at different points in time, Trump has been equally smitten with each of them.
But what really makes the accusation interesting is that it's been voiced by a
guy with his own dubious sexual history, both distant and recent.
Currently – and this is no
big secret – there is clearly something special between our current President
and U.S. Senator Lindsey Graham, whose infatuation with Trump goes beyond
professional admiration or mere party loyalty; it's obviously a deep-seated,
very personal love.
Think about it: Here's
Graham, the life-long bachelor without a proclaimed love in the world. He's
always longed for someone to look up to in politics, but in his nearly three
decades in public office, has really never had anyone. George W. Bush, the only
Republican president during his time before Trump? Give me a break. John
McCain? Well, they served as senators together, but were clearly cut from different
cloth. McCain was the outspoken, self-proclaimed maverick, whereas Graham,
heretofore, was the soft-spoken, quiet one. However, it seems that Trump has brought
out the bitch in Little Lindsey, and not a moment too soon; Trump needs someone
to back him up. And who better than his doe-eyed golf partner?
Even if poor, innocent
Lindsey didn't know about Trump's past life of roaming the underbelly of New
York city in the late '70s and early '80s with one of the most notorious closet
queens ever, it doesn't matter now. Trump has given Graham something he never
had – someone to love.
You get the idea.
Before Lindsey, Trump had Roy
Cohn, the vicious attorney who railed against homosexuals then proceeded to die
of AIDS in the early days of the epidemic. And it WASN'T because Cohn was an intravenous
drug user. Cohn claimed at the time that liver cancer was taking him, but that
was a lie.
By now, two-plus years into
the Trump presidency, it's been discussed to death how Cohn was Trump's
business/political mentor. But given the personal nature of the two men – hell,
each is the only friend the other ever had – theirs was surely more than a
business relationship, right?
In the immediate wake of
Trump's association with Cohn all those years ago, with all of those voices
a'waggin', Trump needed to do SOMETHING to protect what image he had and
decided to go straight for the Trophy Wife. And, of course, has continued this
habit for longer than any of the three women would like to remember, despite
the rumor that has been floating around New York City for decades. Thankfully
for Trump (and Cohn, who never really did come out of the closet, as it were),
they were in a place – New York City – where people just really don't care
about such things.
But throughout Red-state
America, they do. And considering the conservative notions that pervade this
nation of ours, one has to wonder how Trump's core constituents would feel if
they knew what he REALLY likes to do when the lights go out.
Stormy Daniels is the least
of it.
