Stormy Daniels and I have a nineteen year age difference. I have no idea whether I would be charmed by her if I ever met her, but as it stands I feel protective the way women often feel protective toward younger women.
I won’t suggest Ms. Daniels — Stephanie Clifford — is a hero. She had an intimate relationship with a married man, and now she is profiting from that. However, more ordinary people who want to rescue the country which has been damaged by Donald Trump recognize that Stephanie Clifford has something to offer, even if it’s through default.
This life situation isn’t easy for her. She has been harassed by right-wing reactionaries, and recently she was the subject of a dubious arrest in a gentleman’s club in Ohio. The District Attorney declined to prosecute her, although last I heard charges were being pursued against other women who performed at the club that night.
The “perp walk” which was recorded on video as she was entering the police station, hands cuffed behind her back, was disgusting. Her head was down, maybe only because she was careful not to trip on anything when she couldn’t use her hands to break a fall. Still, the immediate impression was that she was defeated. I had a sense of relief when she bounced back and resumed raising hell with The Donald.
Ms. Clifford stands out among people who work in adult entertainment because she has above-average intelligence. Donald Trump made a serious mistake getting involved with her, although it’s likely he blames someone else for that mess.
Stormy Daniels has a memoir, titled Full Disclosure, which will be released on October 2. It’s certain to be a bestseller, and although I was adamant about skipping the interview conducted by Anderson Cooper I’ll probably read her book. So will a lot of you. Admit it. And promise that Full Disclosure won’t be the only book you read about the embarrassment we now refer to as “the President.” Like it or not, Donald Trump has already become part of our history.