Donald Trump may well be dead broke
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Consider the following:
In September of 2016, Trump and Cohen want to buy Karen McDougal’s story of her nearly year-long affair with Donald Trump, featuring dozens of assignations, from David Pecker/AMI, but don’t, even though that would have cost a maximum of $150,000, assuming Pecker (this novel sucks) wasn’t willing to charge friend prices for his product.
In October, Trump agrees to pay $130,000 to Stormy Daniels via Cohen. Cohen then defaults on the deal because he can’t come up with the money. (This information is in the legal filings). The original NDA is then rescinded, and a new NDA is entered into two weeks later. Cohen reportedly comes up with $130K at this point by tapping a HELOC on his house and lying to the lender about what the money is for. Cohen then spends several months bitching to people that Trump isn’t paying him back.
What kind of “billionaire” can’t come up with $130K to avoid blowing up his chances to become President of the United States?
I don’t think Trump has any money at all. As in: he went completely broke in the early 1990s, after no American banks were willing to lend him any more money for his various grifts. (The only big bank that has been willing to deal with him since is run by these guys, who by yet another crazy coincidence were recently fined hundreds of millions of dollars for laundering ten billion in Russian oligarch cash). Since then, he’s been owned by whoever has been backing his fake-superrich lifestyle for the past quarter century. He’s a kept man, living month to month on whatever his handlers deign to give him back from what he turns over to them, which is everything.
Which brings us to yesterday’s remarkable front page of the New York Times, which featured a story about how in the fall of 2016 Michael Cohen was desperate to make sure a third party would continue to provide the necessary funding to pay off a Playboy Playmate of the Month to keep her mouth shut about her affair with Trump, and also this totally unrelated story about Elliott Broidy’s frantic efforts in the fall of 2017 to pay whatever he needed to pay to get his influence-peddling racket into — literally — the Oval Office, after his connection via the freshly indicted Rick Gates suddenly disappeared.
What happened in the interim between these two sagas, of course, is that Cohen’s longtime solution to the problem of how to pay off Donald Trump’s assorted mistresses/one night stands/who knows what else was tragically destroyed by the Wall Street Journal’s revelation that Pecker/AMI paid off Karen McDougal. So that perpetual source of ready cash to bail out Donald Trump’s perpetually broke ass was now gone.
Where could the Lawyer With One Client turn if, say, long-time co-conspirator Keith Davidson were to decide to finally get his by demanding more than five million dollars to buy yet another Playmate of the Month’s silence, now that This Year’s Model had been knocked up by the actual president of the United States, and was about to have an abortion (An abortion Michael)? Where indeed?