A rebuke of The Donald
You’re a porno star, sir, yes you, Donald. Pay attention please, since you’re in court charged with paying money to Stormy Daniels to prevent her from blabbing about the sex you had together in a hotel room at Lake Tahoe around the same time that your wife, Melania, gave birth.
You might have been and should and ought to have been charged with other offenses no less pornographic, such as making obscene amounts of money in the New York City real estate biz and in gambling and entertainment in Atlantic City. That’s to say nothing about the immoral, unethical and slanderous remarks you’ve made for years, pandering to the prurient interests of the American public, boasting about the size of your privates. And while you’re not the first pornographic president to tarnish the White House—hey, Donald, you turned it into a whore house—you have been the most vulgar of the vulgar.
And now you’re exploiting the trial as part of your election campaign, a perversion of the democratic process. I hope the judge sentences you to sex education classes—it’s not too late to redeem yourself, Donald. So give it up for the founding fathers and the founding mothers and the citizens who have fought for human rights and civil rights and who have not been cowed by your crimes and misdemeanors, which would make a whole book in and of themselves, and an X-rated movie, too, which would surely make you obscene amounts of cash.
Jonah Raskin is a poet, scholar, novelist and esteemed alumnus of the ‘North Bay Bohemian’ and ‘Pacific Sun.’
