Imagine that Donald Trump Jr., forsaken son, has sent you a racy text message. What does your mind conjure? Does your mind refuse to entertain such a thought as a means of self-protection? I understand.
Still, in her gossip-laden Trump memoir, Unhinged, which I am currently reading as a form of punishment to myself, Omarosa Manigault Newman says that she saw sexts Don Jr. sent during his alleged affair with former Celebrity Apprentice contestant and Playboy model Aubrey O’Day.
“The next time I saw Aubrey at a diner in LA, she showed me very personal photos that Don Jr. had sent to her, and a long chain of dirty texts between them,” she wrote. I shuddered, my mind flooding with potential sexts from Don: A snap of a cold, rock hard gun, tucked into a red sparkly MAGA thong, sitting on a couch seat with a cold McDonald’s hamburger and a dozen chicken McNuggets? Don Jr. in Donald Trump cosplay? A text that says, “Can u sex rn –Junior Mint”?
Omarosa was not surprised, she writes in her book, because years earlier, she attended a party at the Playboy Mansion with the entire Trump clan and Don, who attended with then-pregnant wife Vanessa, reportedly told Adam Carolla, “Can you believe the hell I’m going through? I’m at the Playboy mansion with a pregnant wife!”
It is hard to be a sad, horny man.