They very well could be gay and probably are because there is something about being gay that makes people who are gay have to tell the whole world about being gay. He, she, it also did not say they were gay, that was you. There is nothing brave about revealing that you are not heterosexual when nobody knows who you are in the first place and can’t find out. I am one of the few people who can actually be identified here. His avatar is solid black like yours and not green like mine. Other Books by JHK The World Made By Hand Series: Or get autographed copies from Battenkill Books Read the first chapter here ( click) on Patreonīuy the book at Amazonor click on the cover below This blog is sponsored this week by McAlvany ICA. Perhaps Stormy will wear a pair of Russian army tactical Spetsnaz boots instead of those four-inch heels and a Russian bearskin hat. Mueller would probably benefit from a spanking with the Penn Law Review, and who knows what side benefits might accrue from the encounter. That will be an interesting hook-up, all right.
It is proposed by legal scholars at Anderson Cooper’s home-base, CNN, that this might have constituted an illegal campaign contribution, and is surely something that must be brought to the attention of Robert Mueller, special prosecutor for the Russia collusion case. Stormy received a large-ish check for $130,000 from an attorney associated with Mr. I suspect she didn’t try hard enough.Īnd now, as the cartoon Puritans of America’s great judgment industry say, there is hell to pay. As it happened, Stormy didn’t get on the show. But I suppose that was just the cherry-on-top of a romantic confection baked in the oven of America’s great dream industry. (A love-child was not conceived.) At some point in the proceedings, Trump dangled the possibility of a role on his fabulous TV show, Celebrity Apprentice. Oh, she didn’t ask him to wear a condom, and he didn’t gallantly volunteer to do so. “Here we go,” the thought popped into her head, she says.īut she didn’t say “no.” After all, was this performance that much different from the… I dunno, just guessing… 1043 previous scenes with co-stars she had enacted amorous relations with on-camera? Surely not all of them were husband-material, or crushes. Stormy went to the bathroom and emerged to find Trump perched on the bed.
After that ice-breaker, he said, “I really like you!” and “You remind me of my daughter” - instantly be-sliming the proceedings with overtones of incest. He concurred, dropped trou, and presented the rear of his tighty-whitey small-clothes to facilitate that proposal. She said she ought to take it and spank him with it. So he showed her a magazine with his picture on the cover, perhaps to get the point across that he was a really important person in case she didn’t already know. Maybe not the undistractible Anderson Cooper, who did ferret out many interesting particulars of that one romantic encounter: Stormy accepted Trump’s invitation for dinner… in his hotel suite. Who wouldn’t want to jump in and swim with them? That reddish blouse, for instance, which did not display Stormy’s… er… assets in the usual way (i.e., an enticing fleshy slot descending into deep milky realms of mystery), but just innocently swimming around in there like a couple of frolicking dolphins confined in an above-the-ground backyard pool. The Sixty Minutes make-up and costume crew knocked themselves out coming up with her on-camera look Sunday night: WalMart Shopper. In which case, she may be some kind of a lyin’ hoor… or savior of a nation yearning to cast off the loathsome rule of this odious president-by-mistake. And anyway, three times over the years she denied having sex with that man, at least once in writing, though last night on CBS’s Sixty Minutes she stated that she actually did have sex with the Golden Golem of Greatness. Stormy Daniels is no such thing, She’s an actress in, and director of, adult films, an auteur, if you like, at least a sex worker, toiling in the rolling mills of eros, sweating and grunting as much as any Mahoning Valley steel worker, or hood ornament buffer on the Tesla assembly line. Let that sink into your limbic lobes, you poor, opiated, Facebook-addled, morbidly-obese, fly-over nation of lumbering, deplorable, gun-gripping, Jesus-haunted voters. Trump had sex with a whore twelve years ago. Support this blog by visiting Jim’s Patreon Page For your reading pleasure Mondays and Fridays
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