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Saturday, December 6, 2025

American Presidents Have A Lot To Learn - Gallic, Fulani, And Slavic Beauties, Perks Of High Office

Vladimir Putin doesn't sit home at nights, nor is he in the living room playing with his grandchildren.  He is in the Imperial Suite with Svetlana, Sasha, or Anya, his consorts for the night at his request and preference. President Xi, man of Confucian principle but also of dynastic privilege, is comforted by Mei Pei, A Ling, and Fei Xi'an.  The Arab Prince Abdul al-Saudi, first in line or the Kuwaiti throne beds Emirate virgins, and Kim Jung Il, President for Life of North Korea, and fond of Kazakh maidens, is never alone at night. 

 

Only American presidents sleep alone - well, not counting their wives who in this power equation do not count.  They are the imaginary numbers in the equation that have to be calculated, who are troublesome and indefinite, and more often than not, millstones around the necks of their husbands who, as tradition dictates, must be faithful if in name only. 

That having been said, most American presidents have had a little on the side whether the screen idol, Marilyn Monroe, lover of JFK, and goddess of America, or Bill Clinton's Arkansas trailer trash. Even sour, old, five o'clock shadowed Richard Nixon, the last man on earth to be suspected of infidelity let alone President of the United States, had a mistress. 

 

The difference was machismo.  Putin, Xi, Kim, and Prince al-Saudi are all proud of their virility, their maleness, and their virtual hold on women, any woman, while Bill Clinton had to be pleasured by an overweight intern under the historic, Revolutionary War, Resolute Desk in the Oval Office. 

Africans for whom sex with random, serial partners is as much a part of the daily routine as bacon and eggs, howled with delight when they learned that the American President had been caught in flagrante delicto with a Jewish political wannabee with high hopes. Clinton even went out of his way to deny the affair, such as it was, asking Congress to consider that it all depends on what 'is' is, and what sex is after all.

Meanwhile the French President installed his movie star lover in the Elysees Palace without a second thought.  Parisians not only granted him le droit du seigneur as a man of power and influence, but accepted sexual affairs as de rigeur.  Factory workers, bureaucrats, and high-ranking politicians all had lovers they attended to from 5-7, the famous French cinq-a-sept quickie before hearth and home. 

Now, some American presidents made a big deal over their fidelity and moral rectitude. Jimmy Carter, a man of faith and Christian principle, admitted shamefully that he had lusted after women, but such carnal desire had remained in his heart and soul, for which he was eternally sorry.  Joe Biden by the time he was President could not tell time, let alone have a desirous lover, and Calvin Coolidge, the most prim and proper president ever never looked past the next election. 

Enter Donald Trump, a fuck-all president for whom anything goes.  He made his reputation on the basis of arm candy, runway models, Hollywood glamour, and Las Vegas peacock feathers. He had unashamedly had hundreds of women and squired many more.  How could it have been any different - an attractive man of confidence, wealth, and ambition making his fortune in New York, Las Vegas, and Hollywood?  It was natural, expected, given that he would be a man of sexual libertinage, collecting beautiful women like shares on the NYSE or Manhattan real estate. 

Yet the American electorate demands a man of uxorious fidelity, a man who loves his wife and who would never look elsewhere; a man of serious reflection, an admirer of the best of women, a man who would never be tempted to stray.  

Historians point to Genghis Khan, Mongol emperor who with his Mongol-Turkic army thundered out of the central Asian steppes and conquered the world from east to west.  Bits of Genghis Khan's DNA are found in hundreds of millions of people, descendants of the conquered populations in his path.  Where on earth and why did the seeds of monogamy ever take root? 

Somehow in America sex got derailed - le droit du seigneur, concubines, harems, and cinq-a-sept lovers - got shuffled to the side in a juggernaut of feminism, and for years men, coopted to be complaisant and politically sensitive, left their machismo in frilly dressing rooms and become women's toys. Male sexual deference became part of the progressive canon.  Keep it in your pants, the mantra. 

The Left has been perplexed, dazed, and confused by Donald Trump, a man who not only espouses a profoundly conservative political agenda, but aims to reset the social compass of America - expunge all traces of ugly-first diversity, inclusivity, and equity; put the best, brightest, and most attractive at the head of the line; dismiss any pretense of Black Is Beautiful, and reset the cultural compass to white, Christian Europe. 

'Racist, misogynist, homophobic, capitalist pig' detractors shout, hoping to dent the impermeable armor of a confident man.  Yes, he says, I believe that whites have given the world far more than the African jungle. Yes, the delights of sex between a man and a woman cannot be topped and without which there would be no human race.  And yes, capitalism has been responsible for bringing tens of millions of out of poverty in Asia and the Americas and is the engine of progress everywhere. 

All this is incidental to the real issue - the old fashioned, Paleolithic-onwards sexual dynamics of blunt, obvious and inevitable male sexual pursuit; and to make the point Trump dances with Miss Connecticut at the Holiday White House Ball, a stunning woman of classic beauty, a model of  pure European beauty. 

 

'Racist', the Left again howls, but without grounding.  The standards of female beauty have not changed since Ancient Greece and Rome, and the statues of Aphrodite and Artemis could be figures of beautiful women today. 

The next American president may well and finally throw off the Puritan traces which have harnessed American men for centuries and take a lover - or many lovers, a harem of international beauties, 

What more ringing endorsement of diversity than this?  And about time. 

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