Donald Trump's Lover - Paris Comes To Washington, No More Cowed, Uxorious Husband

Former President Joe Biden left office a bumbling neurasthenic, old man who could barely add 2+2 let  alone conduct the affairs of state.  He looked befuddled, empty, a deer in the headlights, confused and distant, no match for Trump. 

 

Although the perks of office were there for the taking, and he, like Kennedy, Johnson, and even Nixon before him, could have had any woman he liked, for the night, a series of cinq-a-septs or even more, he demurred, or more likely had no intimation of the joys of sexual renewal at eighty. Of course he had none of Kennedy's youthful charm and vigor nor Johnson's Ok Corral shoot-'em-up machismo, but there was some sexual affordability to the presidency after all. 

Yet Biden was hemmed in on all sides.  His juices were running thin and he was chattel to the feminist wing of his party - the vixenish women who disavowed heterosexual sex as antiquated and so yesterday.  There was no way that he could - even if he had the gumption - have a sexual liaison with a young, straight white woman. 

Biden's progressive shills might have approved had he gone gay, or shown some interest in the new crop of transgender women recruited for government service; but Biden was just a worn out, demented straight guy who had felt his oats decades ago, had vague recollections of perfume and fellatio, but was at sixes and sevens now.  Sex? What was that other than a notch on the gender spectrum.

Henry Kissinger, a saggy, jowly, ugly Jew famously remarked that power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.  His physical grossness was no barrier to bedding starlets, ingenues, and sophisticated matrons. In fact every president in American history had a paramour.  Jefferson squired British colonial royalty and Beninois slaves, Hamilton in keeping with his patrician reserve kept only the best and the brightest New England debutantes.  

 

Woodrow Wilson, James Polk, and Chester Arthur never spent a night alone - gave their wives notice they would not be there for tuck-in and cuddles, and were cared for, serviced, and anointed with oils by their lovers but not Biden, Dr. Jill was there in the wings, a censorious, thuddingly ordinary and penitential presence, keeping her man in line.  Not that she cared if he bedded other women - God knows she did yeoman's work just getting him to perform his husbandly duties.  She was only concerned for his political rectitude. After all, a second term was in the offing and America was still a sexually conservative country. 

Despite Jill's efforts to prop Joe up and offer him to the public, Kamala Harris, that shrewish harridan from California, had the upper hand as Vice President, and even with every ounce of wifely ambition that Jill could muster, Old Joe went under the wheels of the bus. 

This is neither here nor there in terns of presidential sexual dalliance  Only to state that Old Joe even with the perks of office at his fingertips, never pushed the button.  LBJ used the Secret Service as pimps.  He gave the his menu choice of the night - Arabian queens, Turkish delights, Iowa cornflower ingenues - and there they would  be within the hour.  Kennedy never had to call,  Women were lined u;p in the West Wing. 

'Mr. President' offered a close aide of Biden, 'mightn't you consider taking advantage of the...advantages of high office?' citing the example of French President Sarkozy who kept his mistress in the Elysees Palace, or former French President Francois Mitterrand whose lover and bastard daughter stood arm in arm along with his legitimate family at his grave. 'You, Mr. President, especially at your august age, need not deprive yourself.'

By this time, however, Biden had lost interest in everything let alone fancy liaisons a la JFK. He was content to get through the day, sign a few executive orders, have a nice Philly cheese steak, watch the Phils and turn in early. 

Now, his successor, Donald Trump, had squired beautiful women for decades.  He was Kissinger's ideal - a man of power, wealth, and fame - but who, unlike Joe Biden never lost an opportunity to cash in.  He sponsored beauty contests and slept with the winner.  He was the central character of The Apprentice and took both winners and losers to bed. 

Former French presidential candidate, Dominique Strauss-Kahn, a well-known sexual boulevardier was caught in a sting with alcohol, drugs, and high-toned prostitutes.  When accused of indecency, sexual profligacy and procuring, he demurred.  'All women look the same with their clothes off', he said. 'How was I to know they were hookers?'

 

In the Abel Ferrara bio-pic about Strauss-Kahn Welcome to New York the Depardieu character is unabashed, unrepentant and uncontrite about his sexual inclusivity. If elected to the highest office in France he would not change his ways. 

Donald Trump has never hidden his dislike for Joe Biden - in his own words 'a pussy-whipped fool with not a brain in his head' and has made no apologies for his own love of women.  The Left is apoplectic about his preferences for straight, white, attractive blonde women as White House Press Secretaries, going against the inclusive vein they had established with a black lesbian Haitian woman, 'one of us', a woman of color and non-traditional sexuality. 

They are even more at odds with the President's own personal sexual preferences.  That iconic white European statue, Melania, is one thing, but the rumors of his dalliances with the whitest of the white Swedish, Norwegian, and Finnish beauties is another. 

 

Not only is the President an adulterer, a noxious, misogynistic, lying macho sod, but he betrays his wife with men's ideal. White men and all black men long for blonde, blue-eyed white women, and Trump's affairs with them confirm the age-old preference and rejection of multiculturalism and sexual diversity. 

Pharoah Jones, Sultan of Anacostia, king of the ghetto, wealthy beyond all dreams, pimp, drug impresario lord of the manner, could have any woman he wanted in his harem.  Beautiful Persia, Indian, Palestinian and Arab women were at his beck and call. But la creme de la creme, paid for in diamonds and rubies, first on the list and most generously rewarded were Scandinavians - pure white, golden hair, perfect white, silky skin.  

The blackest of the black wanted the whitest  of the white, and the President of the United States was no different.  He would one-up Putin and his Slavic beauties, Xi and his cafe-au-lait Uighur princesses.  He would be king of the hill. 

Eighty is the new fifty, the President 's young coterie shout.  There is nothing old mannish about their president.  He doesn't even take Viagra, the stud. Foreign leaders see that America and is President have got their mojo back and are to be reckoned with.  Iran? Venezuela? Side shows compared to after hours. 

Finally a man's man in the Oval Office.