After an exasperating 3 years of WTF that culminated in an impeachment and then a pandemic, I didn't think my TDS could get any worse.
Hold my beer.
Thanks to a complimentary weekend pass, I watched a Showtime "movie" late last night. Typical soft porn fare - a belabored plot and pantomimed soulless sex - it "starred" Stormy Daniels. And, so, my mind went there.
I'm not a prude but I'm not a big fan of porno, not because of any moral reasons, it just doesn't interest me. I'm a feminist. Nor am I on any high horse about prostitution, but as I watched an unfolding Keystone Kabuki, this artifice of lust, I was struck by the metaphorical and depressing Horribleness of Trump.
Here was Stormy Daniels, not the demure and hapless victim of the president and her lawyer, but what she's been advertised as being all along, a porn star. Given the limitations of what soft porn can show, her assets are grossly exaggerated. She's not a petite woman. She is no longer young.
Thankfully, the man in the movie was of normal proportions so I didn't have to add the President's grotesqueness into the calculation, but what came off was the utter tawdriness of the whole thing.
I couldn't imagine a billionaire, a man who is now the president of the United States, schtoping this low. That was bad enough, but, then, the man's perverseness really came to a head; you have this beautiful wife at home, why are you doing this?
I guess the answer it's like the old joke. Why does a dog lick his balls? Because he can.