In a presidential race that began partially as a publicity stunt, Trump quickly learned that bare-knuckles political hucksterism would work. He understood that the people running much of the national press, and their dimwitted clients, the modern leftist Democratic Party, were more dysfunctional than he could ever be, and would fall for his gambit by trying to match him at his own game.
Knowing the dopes were too emotionally charged to have any chance of winning that game, he could foresee that some way, somehow, they would find a con man to try to take him down. So who did they find? Who else but publicity hound Michael Avenatti.
So these buffoon pundits showered the unvetted porn lawyer with 250 television appearances, MSNBC’s Jon Meacham saying “Avenatti may be the savior of the Republic,” Bill Maher calling him “a folk hero,” CNN’s Brian Stelter describing him as “a Trump-like master of the media, blah, blah, blah, only to have their savior go down in flames after multiple indictments while on his way to jail.
The greatest comedy writers in show biz couldn’t make this stuff up.
Stephen Sokol
Mt. Lebanon