Donald Trump Takes A Young Lover - The Perks Of A Second Term

Bill Belichick, former coach of the New England Patriots, multiple time Super Bowl champ, genius of gridiron strategy and player management has, at the age 73 taken a young lover - a very young lover as it turns out, not out of her twenties. Poor Belichick, doing what every older man dreams of, capping his long life with the rejuvenating elixir of young love, gets parodied and pilloried.  He got snookered by this gold-digging chippie, a manipulative, callow bitch and didn't even know it. 

So what? He got what he paid for - a warm, sexually complaisant, doting young thing - and any man who has turned to the side of the bed away from the wrinkled old crone next to him, skin like parchment, leaking left and right, with rolls of flubber and varicose veins, wishes he was in Belichick's shoes.  

The man, who socked away millions and can lose half of it without blinking, has invested in the prime real estate of old age, young pussy, and no one should criticize him for it. 

But carp they must from every corner, not a critic in the lot who understands the December-May paradigm, nor was ever in the shoes of a man past his prime but still able and more than willing to take sexual chances to complete the circle of his life. No, the critics are young men who cannot possibly appreciate the delight of an older man who feels the silken skin of a young lover, who runs his fingers through long, soft, luxuriant hair, who feels like a king. 

The critics are also young women who look down on one of their own, a woman who, using all her God-given female allure, wiles, and intelligence took a rich man for the ride of his life - something they say they would never, ever do, but do all the time in more respectable but equally manipulative ways. 

Donald Trump is such an older, rich man, but not a fool like Belichick.  He is just as desirous of a sweet young thing as Coach, but has in mind a woman with more class.  He would be a latter day John F Kennedy, a President who took advantage of the perks of office and Marilyn Monroe, the most  appealing, sexy, desirable woman on the planet. 

He would be like Nicolas Sarkozy, former President of France whose lover lived with him in the Elysees Palace, or his predecessor, Francois Mitterrand whose lover and their daughter stood weeping by his grave alongside his wife; or Vladimir Putin who has had his pick of beautiful blonde, blue-eyed Russian women.  

It was no surprise that the rambunctious, virile, unstoppable 47th President of the United States, Donald Trump, now in his second and last term allowed by the Constitution and therefore with no need to curry favor with the electorate, and with nothing but disdain for the Democrat opposition which tried for ten years to discredit, shame, and dismiss him without success, took a lover without a second thought. 

'What about Melania?', shouted the offended women of the Left, proud carriers of the torch of feminism, champions of Hillary Clinton and Kamala Harris whom they propped up before the voters and assured them that the time had come for a woman to lead the country but underestimated the rank stupidity of Harris and the blunt-edged ambition of her predecessor. Infidelity was the very last straw, the one final blow that would do the trick. 

The American public, which had turned a blind eye to Trump's political dishonesty, dirty tricks, and insurrectionist ambitions would look squarely at the innate immorality of the man and back his impeachment. 

 

Wrong again.  The progressive Left so immured within walls of hopeful ignorance, misjudged Donald Trump and misread the electorate before, and they were doing it again.   The American public loved Kennedy for his maleness, his sexual potency, and his bad boy insouciance.  Only prissy old maids, overlooked not only by the likes of JFK but by the most unappealing men on any street corner, resented Kennedy's sexual hijinks and voted the other way. 

If Donald Trump were to run again, he would be just as popular, mistress or no; but he had no need to think of any such future.  A second term meant freedom.  

What about his legacy, worried some in his entourage? Would he leave office a reviled woman-chaser, a serial sexual abuser, a predatory male throwback indifferent to the changing times and the enhanced status of women?

Never, not for an instant or a millisecond.  He would be cheered and applauded. What, after all was his ringing endorsement of two-gender sexuality but an embrace of male-female sexual intimacy?  He would be living the truth of his political beliefs, and no one could criticize him for that.  After all, infidelity, despite the harping, is as American as apple pie, and given the right circumstances, everybody would be jumping in someone else's bed. 

So the rumors persisted, not out of criticism but interest and delight.  Who was the woman?  Was she as beautiful as Melania, certainly the most fetching First Lady since Jackie Kennedy?  Was she very young? Foreign? An aristocrat? Royalty?  The rumor mill wheeled and churned until no leaf in the sexual playbook was left unturned. 

 

Why just one? asked a reporter from the Daily News.  LBJ used his Secret Service detail to pimp for him, and he was as more sexually active than any President before or since.  He was a voracious sexual ferret who cared little whom his agents brought him after dark.  He simply enjoyed rutting - the perks of men and the President of the United States. 

So it might just be possible that with the second, untouchable term well underway, why not a sexual series? There was no law against adultery or promiscuity even for the Chief Executive; and since his minions were already well in control of the reins of government, he could enjoy life before it was too late. 

Both Al Pacino and Robert DeNiro, men in their early eighties, announced the births of their latest children.  Old men were doing it everywhere, throwing sexual propriety and temperance to the winds as as they enjoyed their last gasps of sexual satisfaction.  Why not Donald Trump?

It helped matters that his predecessor, Joe Biden was the most pussy-whipped President in American history, beholden to the feminist Left, bound to fealty to their prudish canon, subscriber to the rule that men should obey women, be beholden to their every wish and desire, and regardless of their infidelity or sexual energies, should remain dutiful and faithful.  Trump was the anti-Biden, a man of virility, strength, and male energy. 

So the doors to the White House were watched with renewed vigilance to see who came and went; but the official residence has a warren of secret underground passages, tunnels, and escape hatches, through all of which a bevy of young women could pass without notice.  So speculation about the identity of his lovers was the only news, and reporters pored over every photo op, every public appearance, every archival footage of the man to dope out the truth; but as of this writing, the President's sexual doings remain just rumor and innuendo. 

Those who know him, even from afar, know for certain that Melania has been edged aside for at least a few nights a week, but she, a loving, dutiful wife who knows on which side her bread is buttered, has and will maintain a respectful, complicit silence.