Trump's Stormy Daniels complex

The Daniels saga has shown us Trump at his worst — and at his weirdest. This was true beginning with their first meeting at a celebrity golf tournament in Lake Tahoe in July 2006. Imagine hanging out with a recent Super Bowl champion, posing for pictures with a bunch of middle-school girls, picking up a porno goodie bag, and deciding that with your (third) wife at home with a baby it would be as good a weekend as any to begin a months-long affair with the star of When the Boyz Are Away the Girlz Will Play 7. Imagine deciding that after sleeping together your future encounters would involve things like forcing her to sit in a hotel room with you to watch the Discovery Channel. Imagine later getting bored of the whole thing and then years later sending thugs to harass her while she fussed with her child’s car seat. Imagine years later still, a few weeks before you think you are going to be elected president, hiring one of your cronies to write up a non-disclosure agreement in which you refer to her as Peggy Petersen and yourself as David Dennison. Why the goofy alliteration?…

Now we have a president who is fascinated by large fish, terrified of germs, addicted to McDonald’s and social media, a teetotaling misogynist commander in chief who has appeared in a Playboy video and has had public arguments about the dimensions of his penis with more than one person, including a sitting Republican senator.