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       Donald and The Dancing Tuba Girls
       By: Kerry Date: December 4, 2017, 5:29 am
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       It was after three and he'd been up since six.  Donald was
       tired.    He switched the television in his bedroom from CNN to
       Fox. "Enough fake news," he said.  Fox wasn't talking about him
       either. He turned the set off and got up to go to bed.  He
       changed into his night wear and crawled into bed.   "Melania is
       lucky I don't cheat on her," he said out loud, "why won't she
       ever sleep here?  I don't want to be alone."   He sighed, turned
       over, and immediately nodded off.
       Donald looked around.  The river was dark. The sky was black.
       Almost everything was black.  He thought about wading  and
       shuddered. The river was probably filthy and full of germs.  A
       bloated pale white fish floated past.  Donald said out loud,
       "Where am I?  This is a nasty place."    The dead fish
       disappeared.  "Why am I talking out loud," he said, "No one is
       here to hear me.   I'm still talking out loud."
       He began to hear the sound of music coming across the river.  It
       was quiet, so quiet, at first, but getting louder.  Was that
       brass instruments?   "Oh no," he said, "not the tuba girls
       again!  Anything except that.  Please, I'll be good, just keep
       them away."
       "Oh right, Mr. President," a voice said behind him with a
       mischievous laugh.  "You promised me you'd be good, and you know
       you never are."
       Donald turned.  It was Kellyanne. "Why hi there, Kellyanne. I
       thought I was in hell; but if you're here, it can't be.  You
       make any place heaven."
       "Careful, Donnie, flattery could get you somewhere, " Kellyanne
       said.  "what is that music?"
       "I think it's the tuba girls," he answered.
       "Who are they?" she asked.
       "You'll  see," he replied, "they're coming this way."
       They were quiet for a minute.
       "I'm scared," Kellyanne said. "It's so dark here. Can I hold
       your hand?"
       "Sure, baby doll," he said.  "Just don't tell the Ice Queen."
       Donald grasped her hand so firmly, she flinched, "Not so hard,
       Donnie."
       "Okay," he said, relaxing his grip and wondering if she knew how
       terrified he was.
       "I can see the girls now," Kellyanne said.   They don't look
       respectable."
       "They always dress like that," Donald said.
       The four women playing their tubas were scantily clad in leather
       bras, panties and hats.  They came closer, and Donald could see
       the red of their lipstick and nail polish.  Everything else was
       either black or a pale white.   Even Kellyanne's hair had taken
       on a pale ghostly white shade.
       "What is that they're playing?" Kellyanne said.
       "Some Russian folk song," Donald answered.
       "That's why they're dancing?"
       "Yes, they are great, aren't they," Donald said.  "See how their
       boobies sway?  Great boobies."
       "You like that?" Kellyanne asked.  "I used to be able to move
       like that.  Too old now though I think."
       "Never too old," Donald said.
       The four tuba players began dancing more suggestively, wriggling
       their hips as if they were trying to entice a man.  Several more
       dead pale white fish floated past.
       Kellyanne broke away and said in a trembling voice, "I'm out of
       here.  This is too much for me.  I don't want to do anything I
       have to tell my priest about."
       "Come back, Kellyanne," Donald cried, "Don't leave me alone with
       them.  Please come back." But Kellyanne had disappeared in the
       gray fog. "Screw her," he said, "she's just mad because they
       have bigger boobies than she does and I was looking.  Screw
       her."
       The girls finished playing  "Korobushka."  That is what they had
       been playing.  One of them waved to Donald and yelled across the
       river, "And now for something American, big boy."  With that,
       three members of the band broke into "I Got Friends in Low
       Places" while the fourth put down her tuba to dance more
       vigorously than before.   When the words "low places" was sung,
       she grabbed her crotch provocatively with one hand and gestured
       for Donald to come towards her with the other.  Donald could not
       cross the river; it was too filthy to think about wading or
       swimming in it, but he could pant.  He was panting so  heavily
       he began to sweat.  They made drinking sound like fun.  He
       wondered what whiskey and beer tasted like.
       The song finished, and the girl who had been dancing shouted,
       "Babe, we can't stay long tonight.  Gig in Pyongyang with Lil
       Kim. Don't like it but gotta go."
       "That fat boy?  You'll leaving me to go see him?"
       "Business is business, darling, you know that," she said.  The
       band began to fade before his eyes and  disappeared, leaving
       Donald alone by the river as several more dead fish floated
       past.
       Donald burped.   "I wonder how they do that," he asked himself.
       "Nice trick.  Maybe they're not real, Chinese  holographs or
       something."
       He felt something running on his face, and tried to brush it
       off.
       With that, the President woke up.   He felt something wet on his
       face and picked it off to take a look.  It was a dead roach.  He
       screamed. "Damn this dump," he said, why can't they get rid of
       these f***ing roaches?"
       He got up to take a shower.   "Maybe I should start drinking,"
       he told himself.   When he returned to his bed and slept, he did
       not dream; or if he did, he could not remember them.
       #Post#: 16926--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Donald and The Dancing Tuba Girls
       By: HOLLAND Date: December 4, 2017, 8:17 am
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       ^^^I enjoyed this, Kerry.  I hadn't thought of Donald Trump
       having a breast fixation in the matter of his sexuality.  It is
       completely logical.  I am assuming that his mother was distant
       from him emotionally and that your dream sequence highlights the
       possibility of dream compensation for the Trump's loss as a
       child for his mother's breasts.
       I liked how you smoothly worked in the dialogue and indicated,
       most likely, Trump's sexual interest in Kellyanne Conway, and
       dipped into a little satire concerning their relationship.
       The filthy river seems to be the fundamental thematic key in how
       to interpret the dream and is the underlying point of the short
       story.  It is a mental indication to Trump that he is wallowing
       in filth and that he is degraded.  As he degrades women, he
       himself is degraded and covered in filth.
       I think more of a Katyusha dance rather than a Korobushka tune
       on the tubas.  The image of Trump dreaming lurid dreams would
       probably devolve into dancing girls of some type.  But
       Korobushka on the tubas brings out the sexual nature of Trump's
       sexual breast fixation.  The imagery harks back to the child's
       emotional and nutritional need for the mother's breast.
       I've enjoyed this Kerry.  You're a good researcher and essayist.
       I suspect that you could do story writing just as well and
       think you should do some more of it over time.  Now for a
       Katyusha dance:      :)
  HTML https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoB4Vkvceo0
       #Post#: 16928--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Donald and The Dancing Tuba Girls
       By: Kerry Date: December 4, 2017, 8:48 am
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       The breast fixation idea came from an interview he had with
       Howard Stern.  Such conversations can't be taken 100%
       completely; but it is curious he asked about the breasts as if
       it wouldn't matter if everything else was disfigured but the
       breasts couldn't be.  The comment appears early in the video.
  HTML https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=174&v=ntQ4Mof4TyA
       I've another idea to develop about the mother fixation;  it
       connects up with the Russian Dossier too.
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       Re: Donald and The Dancing Tuba Girls
       By: HOLLAND Date: December 4, 2017, 6:35 pm
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       [quote author=Kerry link=topic=1295.msg16928#msg16928
       date=1512398893]
       The breast fixation idea came from an interview he had with
       Howard Stern.  Such conversations can't be taken 100%
       completely; but it is curious he asked about the breasts as if
       it wouldn't matter if everything else was disfigured but the
       breasts couldn't be.  The comment appears early in the video.
  HTML https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=174&v=ntQ4Mof4TyA[/quote]
       The interview, Kerry, does buttress and provide the necessary
       backgrounding, I think, for positing that Trump has a fixation
       on women's breasts.  Certainly, if his mother was emotionally
       distant from him, that would be another basis.
       I was struck by the way Trump, describing one of the reasons for
       his separation from Marla Maples, is that Trump didn't like the
       losing attention from Marla because Marla was, as a mother,
       preoccupied with their new daughter Tiffany.  It was sounding to
       me as if Trump was whining that he was not being properly
       mothered by Marla and was probably emotionally jealous about his
       daughter.  The interview seems to disclose the lack of emotional
       development on the part of The Donald.
       [quote]I've another idea to develop about the mother fixation;
       it connects up with the Russian Dossier too.
       [/quote]
       I'm curious to see what that would be.  Given how well Steele
       has compiled the dossier, I have a suspicion that it could be
       well grounded.
       What you've done, Kerry, concerning this story by bringing out
       the possible breast fixation, seems to match what I've
       determined from the available evidence.  We can never be sure
       about factuality of mental states.  It always remains in the
       ambit of probability since mental states can never be factual.
       The so-called mental state, as a process of thought, does not
       exist in space-time in such a way as to admit to actual physical
       measurement and confirmation.
       What I have learned from reading espionage works and fiction
       such as John LeCarre's is that we do not have to establish
       facticity.  We only need to establish well grounded explanation
       of the past of a person's life and an insight in the possible
       future behavior of the person of interest.  If we can predict
       future behavior, we have done our examination of the subject in
       question well enough even though it is not fact.  This may seem
       strange if you think about it, but it does have a point.  The
       pragmatic understanding of the individual for political and
       espionage purposes is to be judged by its utility of purpose to
       explain and control.  Establishing strict factuality is more
       theoretical than practical.
       I was drawn again to the Katyusa song.  I've heard lovely young
       Valeria Kurnushkina singing this song.  She reminds me of some
       gifted young girls I had known in Junior High School.  I thought
       that it was too good to miss.  This video does remind us how
       much more militaristic Russian society is compared to America.
       I hope everyone enjoys this.    :)
  HTML https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzCleIHK2lU&list=PL0YOOm4sEJM0lrQbfMQyVSjuGfXAMVqGU
       #Post#: 16933--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Donald and The Dancing Tuba Girls
       By: Kerry Date: December 4, 2017, 7:36 pm
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       [quote author=HOLLAND link=topic=1295.msg16932#msg16932
       date=1512434148]
       The interview, Kerry, does buttress and provide the necessary
       backgrounding, I think, for positing that Trump has a fixation
       on women's breasts.  Certainly, if his mother was emotionally
       distant from him, that would be another basis.[/quote]
       I haven't watched all the interviews he did with Howard Stern;
       but I can post a link to several of them if you want.
       [quote]I was struck by the way Trump, describing one of the
       reasons for his separation from Marla Maples, is that Trump
       didn't like the losing attention from Marla because Marla was,
       as a mother, preoccupied with their new daughter Tiffany.  It
       was sounding to me as if Trump was whining that he was not being
       properly mothered by Marla and was probably emotionally jealous
       about his daughter.  The interview seems to disclose the lack of
       emotional development on the part of The Donald. [/quote]That's
       how I read the tea leaves.  And it seems too that Tiffany still
       isn't that important to him.  Maybe it's because she has a mind
       of her own?  I don't know.   What I know is that her birthday
       this year went unnoticed by Trump and most of the family who
       usually post birthday greetings.  If she's not useful, forget
       about her.
       [quote]I'm curious to see what that would be.  Given how well
       Steele has compiled the dossier, I have a suspicion that it
       could be well grounded.[/quote]I'm working on it.
       [quote]What you've done, Kerry, concerning this story by
       bringing out the possible breast fixation, seems to match what
       I've determined from the available evidence.  We can never be
       sure about factuality of mental states.  It always remains in
       the ambit of probability since mental states can never be
       factual.  The so-called mental state, as a process of thought,
       does not exist in space-time in such a way as to admit to actual
       physical measurement and confirmation. [/quote]
       You can study probabilities.     His association with the Miss
       Universe competition also suggests he might have a fixation on
       breasts.
       I don't know what to think about Vanity Fair's articles at
       times.   They seem to get details others don't.  Do they know
       insiders or are they inventing things?   I also wonder why Trump
       never complains about Vanity Fair.  But they ran an article
       about Trump's meeting with the Japanese PM that included
       breasts.
  HTML https://www.vanityfair.com/news/2017/03/graydon-carter-trump-presidency-is-already-a-joke
       Trump’s one brief moment of acting presidential—when he read off
       a teleprompter for 60 minutes and 10 seconds during his address
       to Congress—served only to show just how low the bar for
       presidential behavior has plummeted since January. Watching TV
       commentators applaud him for containing himself for a little
       over an hour was like hearing a parent praise a difficult child
       for not pooping in his pants during a pre-school interview.
       Besides, vintage Trump is not going anywhere anytime soon. A
       couple of weeks earlier, during a visit by the Japanese prime
       minister, Shinzō Abe, the president told an acquaintance
       that he was obsessed with the translator’s breasts—although he
       expressed this in his own, fragrant fashion.
       [quote]What I have learned from reading espionage works and
       fiction such as John LeCarre's is that we do not have to
       establish facticity.  We only need to establish well grounded
       explanation of the past of a person's life and an insight in the
       possible future behavior of the person of interest.  If we can
       predict future behavior, we have done our examination of the
       subject in question well enough even though it is not fact.
       This may seem strange if you think about it, but it does have a
       point.  The pragmatic understanding of the individual for
       political and espionage purposes is to be judged by its utility
       of purpose to explain and control.  Establishing strict
       factuality is more theoretical than practical.[/quote]
       That's how science is too.  Very few things can be demonstrated
       to be absolutely true.  If a theory explains the data, it's a
       good theory.  It still might not be 100% right.
       [quote]I was drawn again to the Katyusa song.  I've heard lovely
       young Valeria Kurnushkina singing this song.  She reminds me of
       some gifted young girls I had known in Junior High School.  I
       thought that it was too good to miss.  This video does remind us
       how much more militaristic Russian society is compared to
       America.  I hope everyone enjoys this.    :)
       [/quote]I think I may have mentioned the strange air crash that
       killed so many members of the Red Army Choir; but I don't think
       I mentioned they're back performing again.
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       Re: Donald and The Dancing Tuba Girls
       By: HOLLAND Date: December 4, 2017, 8:51 pm
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       [quote author=Kerry link=topic=1295.msg16933#msg16933
       date=1512437792]
       I haven't watched all the interviews he did with Howard Stern;
       but I can post a link to several of them if you want.[/quote]
       I don't think you'll have to, Kerry.  You've already established
       the point.
       [quote]That's how I read the tea leaves.  And it seems too that
       Tiffany still isn't that important to him.  Maybe it's because
       she has a mind of her own?  I don't know.   What I know is that
       her birthday this year went unnoticed by Trump and most of the
       family who usually post birthday greetings.  If she's not
       useful, forget about her.[/quote]
       I have that impression too.  It has to be considered as well
       that if a trophy wife is disposable, her children are disposable
       as well.  I think that this is not good news for Ivanka, Donald
       Junior, and Barron.
       
       [quote]I'm working on it.  You can study probabilities.     His
       association with the Miss Universe competition also suggests he
       might have a fixation on breasts.
       I don't know what to think about Vanity Fair's articles at
       times.   They seem to get details others don't.  Do they know
       insiders or are they inventing things?   I also wonder why Trump
       never complains about Vanity Fair.  But they ran an article
       about Trump's meeting with the Japanese PM that included
       breasts.
  HTML https://www.vanityfair.com/news/2017/03/graydon-carter-trump-presidency-is-already-a-joke
       Trump’s one brief moment of acting presidential—when
       he read off a teleprompter for 60 minutes and 10 seconds during
       his address to Congress—served only to show just how low
       the bar for presidential behavior has plummeted since January.
       Watching TV commentators applaud him for containing himself for
       a little over an hour was like hearing a parent praise a
       difficult child for not pooping in his pants during a pre-school
       interview. Besides, vintage Trump is not going anywhere anytime
       soon. A couple of weeks earlier, during a visit by the Japanese
       prime minister, Shinzō Abe, the president told an
       acquaintance that he was obsessed with the translator’s
       breasts—although he expressed this in his own, fragrant
       fashion.[/quote]
       It is more corroboration.  We can consider the breast fixation
       as well established.
       [quote]That's how science is too.  Very few things can be
       demonstrated to be absolutely true.  If a theory explains the
       data, it's a good theory.  It still might not be 100%
       right.[/quote]
       Agreed.  Predictability is the icing of the scientific and
       investigative cake.  If the investigation can lead to the
       explanation and control of the subject in question that is
       sufficient.  Fiction involves verisimilitude, the appearance of
       something that strikes the reader as true though it remains a
       fiction.  If the writing is done well enough, the fiction's
       truth becomes powerful and fiction is a form of truth.
       
       [quote]I think I may have mentioned the strange air crash that
       killed so many members of the Red Army Choir; but I don't think
       I mentioned they're back performing again.
       [/quote]
       I only heard about it when I was researching to post the Valeria
       Kurnushkina video which I had seen about a year and a half ago.
       I was happy to learn that she was not on that flight and is
       still living her young and very promising life.
       I'm thinking about the dilemma of writing Trump stories is how
       to make a character, such as Trump, interesting or appealing
       enough that a reader who is aware how vile he is take the time
       to read the story.  Trump may be a challenge for future fiction
       writers.
       #Post#: 16935--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Donald and The Dancing Tuba Girls
       By: Kerry Date: December 4, 2017, 8:55 pm
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       The conversation with Donald Junior, was not going well. They
       had finished discussing all the bad news about his businesses
       and started talking about legal problems.  Donald said to
       himself, "What a wimp!  I wonder if Ivana was running around on
       me.  How could I have a son like this?"
       "Look, Fredo," Donald said to his son, "you know as much as  I
       do about it.  What can I do?  Man up!"
       "Well, never mind then," Junior said, "But is there going to be
       money to pay the lawyers?"
       "I'm working on it, son," Donald answered.
       "Good because I don't want to take money out of the business,"
       Junior said.
       "Don't even think of it," Donald replied.  "That's my money and
       don't spend my money on your lawyers.  Don't you dare.  We'll
       get other people to pay, I'm working on it."
       They both went silent for about ten seconds.  Donald gleefully
       thought to himself that Junior would be terrified to disobey
       him.
       "About that other thing now," Donald said.  "Any progress?"
       "What thing?"
       "You know."
       "No, I can't think of what you mean."
       Donald roared, "Are you going to make me say it on the phone?
       It's probably tapped you know.  The Viagra, boy.  Can you get
       it?"
       Junior said, "It's my phone that's probably tapped.  You
       shouldn't have said that."
       "Well, I said it, and if you weren't so dumb I wouldn't have had
       to."
       "I think my phone is tapped and you don't care.  All you care
       about is. . . ."  Junior did not finish the sentence.
       "About myself?  Of course I care about myself. What's wrong with
       you?  Doesn't everybody? Stop wasting  time talking s***.  Can
       you get the Viagra?  Are you going to get it?"
       "Vanessa said no," Junior said.
       Donald asked, "Vanessa?  What's she got to do with it?"
       "She told me not to. I'm in enough trouble. It would be breaking
       the law.  What if it got in the news that I got a prescription
       for Viagra?  People would think I couldn't get it up or
       something.  Vanessa said she die if people thought that."
       "Huh?"
       "You know, she must not be a real woman if I needed pills,"
       Junior explained.
       What a load of bull****," Donald said.  "I should write you both
       out of my will; but you know I won't since I'm such a good dad.
       But I'm so mad,  I might say something I shouldn't, and I have a
       meeting.  I can't waste  time asking you to do things when you
       don't want to help me."  Donald slammed the phone down.
       "What a family," he thought to himself.  "Vanessa thinks Melania
       isn't a real woman, or I could get it up. What a mean thing to
       think about poor Melania. She can be cold at times, but what a
       woman when she cuts loose!  I mustn't tell her about it.  It
       would hurt her feelings if she knew Vanessa thought that.  Poor
       Melania."
       He got up to go to the meeting.  It was boring with people
       droning on and on.   Listening to boring people talking about
       things only they cared about made them feel important,
       encouraging them to feel loyalty to him, so it was a good thing,
       he told himself.  A nod or a smile from him made their day. It
       was easy enough to do, so he sat thinking about other things and
       nodding and smiling from time to time.   It would really be good
       to get Viagra.  Maybe the sexy dreams would stop if he could get
       more satisfaction when awake.
       Then before he knew it, it was early morning and he was alone on
       the second floor of the White House in his bedroom, watching
       CNN.  Gay boy Anderson Cooper was on talking about sex scandals.
       "Is he an expert on sex," Donald asked out loud, "What a joke!"
       Donald became incredulous and jealous as he listened to the
       story.  Donald didn't recognize the name.  It was about some
       nobody everyone was pretending was a celebrity taking his
       clothes off and making a woman watch him getting off by himself.
       Who would do that?  Real men wouldn't do that, he thought.
       Then he grew sad, at least they could get it up.  To hell with
       it then, and he switched channels to MSNBC.  It was the same
       story but with a different man; and Fox News was discussing a
       Congressman sending naked photos of himself.  What was going on
       in the world when men can get it up but don't know what to do
       with it?  "America is going to hell fast," he said out loud and
       got up wearily to go to bed.
       Donald was used to seeing things in the office in Trump Tower
       from behind the desk; but Junior was behind it now with his feet
       up on the desk.  Junior was droning on and on about business.
       This hotel in Ireland, that hotel in Hawaii.  Chicago, Miami,
       Las Vegas, it went on and on; and the news was not good. Then it
       was all the golf courses, and that was depressing.  Donald could
       barely pay attention.
       Then Junior got his attention, saying, "Erdogan stll wants to
       remove your name from the Istanbul property.  You aren't that
       popular in Turkey and he knows it.  There's nothing I can do
       about it. Can you do something?   It's been over a year now, and
       he's getting impatient. What about sending that guy in
       Pennsylvania back, the guy he wants to put on trial?"
       
       "I can't do it," Donald said.  "Too many complications, as long
       as he wants Gulen, we got leverage on them.  If he offered Flynn
       fifteen million for him, you know he really wants him, so we
       gotta keep him for something big."
       Junior said, "We might make more money without the name, what do
       you think?  People see you as hating Muslims.  They won't go
       there."
       Donald said, "We could sell maybe, Fredo. Put out feelers."  He
       studied the face of his son.  Was he enjoying handing him bad
       news?  Donald thought maybe he was. Maybe he was secretly
       undermining the business.
       Junior saw his father looking at him and  made his best  effort
       at what could pass for a smile.  Donald stifled his disgust at
       the grimacing mouth of his son.  His son didn't love him, he
       knew that.  Somehow this was part of some plot, but what?
       Donald's gaze wandered upwards to his son's hair.  "Where did he
       get that hair," he asked himself.   "Not from me, and not from
       Ivana,  that's for sure.  No, no, he is my son.  Ivana wouldn't
       do that to me.  He just has a jar of Vaseline on it.  Yuck!  How
       can Vanessa bear to touch him?"   Junior was talking but Donald
       wasn't hearing. He was studying his son's teeth.  They were
       sharp and pointed. "I wonder what he did?  He has great teeth,
       why are they like that?  I don't know him that well if he files
       his teeth. Disgusting."
       Junior asked, "Any other options?"
       Donald replied, "Sure. Tell Erdie to calm down.  We could arm
       the Kurds again.  There's lots of things we can do if he causes
       us trouble."
       Junior said, "Is that it then? I think I'm through, do you have
       anything?"
       Donald said, "I've nothing to add. Let's party."
       Junior said, "Great idea!  Want Vanessa to go too?  She has a
       killer dress on today.  If you saw it, you'd want her to go."
       Donald said, "The dress is a killer?  She is too. Everybody
       should marry a model.  You did great, son.   Is the dress low at
       the neck?"
       "You know it is," Junior said.  "When I say a dress is a killer,
       I mean it really gets you wound up."
       Donald said accusingly, "A lot of good it will do me.  How can I
       gonna get wound up when you won't get the Viagra?  I'll look.
       It's fun to look."
       "You'll love it, promise," Junior said. "We'll pick her up and
       then we're off."
       Then they were at the nightclub all at once.  Where had they
       picked up Vanessa?   Donald didn't know and didn't care.  He was
       too fascinated  looking at Vanessa's  chest, and it was a great
       dress, red and low cut.  Donald felt a movement in his
       underwear. That was interesting, he thought.  Maybe he didn't
       need Viagra.  He imagined her dancing and her breasts flying out
       of the skimpy dress.  Maybe he should ask if she wanted to
       dance.  No,  he'd ask Junior to ask her.  He could still watch
       and hope.  "I wonder if Vanessa would like to dance," he said.
       "Ask her, Fredo."
       "No, no," Vanessa said. "Maybe later. What are you looking at,
       Mr. President," she asked with an ironic emphasis when she said,
       "President.  I had spinach for lunch.  You're not looking at my
       teeth, so it's not spinach between my teeth.  Did I drop some
       somewhere lower?"
       "Sorry," Donald said.  I was thinking about something else.
       Sorry if it looked as if I was staring."
       "Oh stare all you want," she said.  "I'm used to it."
       "So am I," Junior said.  "Why have a beautiful wife if people
       aren't going to be stare?  I love it."
       "You're reading me wrong, you two," Donald said.  He looked
       around to see if anyone was close, then lowering his voice he
       said, "Besides you won't get me the Viagra."
       Junior sighed, "For crying out loud.  I'll see what I can do.
       Somebody in the company must know a doctor."
       Vanessa frowned. "They'll blab.  People always do. You can't
       tell them what it's for and they'll think it's for you."
       "I don't know then," Junior said.  "I need a drink."
       Vanessa and Donald both said, "No," at the same time.  Vanessa
       went on, "You know you're not good at partying like that.  You
       said so."
       Junior felt trapped in the middle.  "I need a drink," he said.
       "Excuse me, I'll get it myself."
       Donald asked, "He's not been drinking?"
       "Nothing much," Vanessa said.  "He gets these moods, but he'll
       get over it fast."  She caught Donald staring at her breasts
       again.  "You're staring again, Donald," she said.   "Like what
       you see?"
       "I can't say no," he said.
       Vanessa giggled and slid her hand under the table to grope him.
       That was a switch, Donald thought, a woman groping him.  He
       giggled.
       She said coyly, "It seems that you don't need Viagra."
       "No, I don't think I do," he replied.  "You're a real woman."
       "And Melania isn't?  Oh shame on you, Donald," she said.
       Donald laughed, "It's not that.  The Ice Queen, well, you know
       how it is."
       "I know how this is," Vanessa said, sliding her hand under his
       pants and underwear to squeeze what she found there.  "Junior
       won't mind.  He'll love it.  Just don't ask for Viagra when you
       don't need it."
       Donald reached over to feel between her legs.  He did not see
       Junior returning to their table.  What was that? Then he saw
       Junior grinning with his pointy teeth. It would be okay.  He
       moved his hand between her legs and groped her.  That was not,
       Vanessa was not, she was not a woman.  What he had in his hand
       belonged to  a man. He screamed in terror.
       Donald woke trembling in his bed.  "Maybe I need a drink.  How
       can you tell when you need one? No, it was just a dream, but so
       horrible, so horrible.  No, I do not need a drink. I promised I
       never would.  I do not need a drink.  Trannies are everywhere,
       in the military, in my dreams."  He got up to tweet about how
       shameful the judge was for blocking his memo about trangenders
       in the military, only to change his mind. It was a losing
       battle.  Besides if the Commander in Chief had to deal with them
       in his dreams, the army could deal with them.   He turned on Fox
       and watched the news until he nodded off in his chair.
       #Post#: 16938--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Donald and The Dancing Tuba Girls
       By: Kerry Date: December 4, 2017, 9:18 pm
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       [quote author=HOLLAND link=topic=1295.msg16934#msg16934
       date=1512442260]
       I have that impression too.  It has to be considered as well
       that if a trophy wife is disposable, her children are disposable
       as well.  I think that this is not good news for Ivanka, Donald
       Junior, and Barron.[/quote]You may be reading my mind, or
       perhaps our reasoning is going in the same direction.   Indeed,
       that is part of the plot in episode two.  When Donald says he's
       too good a father to take Junior out of his will, it's a veiled
       threat.   I also mock the slavishness of his children by
       implying Junior wouldn't mind if his father had a fling with his
       wife Vanessa and Trump's grasping of people as objects, even to
       the point of looking at his daughter-in-law as his property more
       or less.
       
       [quote]Agreed.  Predictability is the icing of the scientific
       and investigative cake.  If the investigation can lead to the
       explanation and control of the subject in question that is
       sufficient.  Fiction involves verisimilitude, the appearance of
       something that strikes the reader as true though it remains a
       fiction.  If the writing is done well enough, the fiction's
       truth becomes powerful and fiction is a form of
       truth.[/quote]Yes, and fiction can be clearer than life since
       the author can weed out irrelevant details that can distract us
       in real life.
       [quote]I'm thinking about the dilemma of writing Trump stories
       is how to make a character, such as Trump, interesting or
       appealing enough that a reader who is aware how vile he is take
       the time to read the story.  Trump may be a challenge for future
       fiction writers.[/quote]My goal is to get a few smiles or laughs
       without anyone thinking I'm completely serious.  I'm half
       serious.  I don't think Trump would do some of the things I may
       have him doing; but I think he might think about doing   them.
       When I have him interacting with Vanessa, of course I'm alluding
       to his comment about Ivanka -- that he'd be dating her if she
       wasn't his daughter.
       Too much predictability is boring, so some elements of the
       improbable add interest. Can you take the improbable and mesh it
       with reality so it begins to look probable?    In some ways,
       satire is often  improbable; and it can be taken as a compliment
       if people mistake it for reality.
       #Post#: 16947--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Donald and The Dancing Tuba Girls
       By: HOLLAND Date: December 5, 2017, 8:28 am
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       I see, Kerry, that you're doing the great dare in creative
       writing of writing an extended dream sequence in your last
       supplement of Trump's dreams.  Your appraisal of the man largely
       matches mine.  I am assuming that the imagery in the dream
       sequence reflects lucid dreaming where the dreamer can interact
       with the dream personages and can mimic the wakened state.
       In a sense, lucid dreaming is not total slumber and The Donald
       is carrying on like he does in the wakened state.  I've
       experienced lucid dreaming.  I've never felt rested after it,
       though.  The mind in lucid dreaming is not escaping and
       functioning in relaxation as it does in the deep slumber state.
       I suspect that any major controversy for the story would be
       concerning issues regarding lucid dreaming.
       [quote author=Kerry link=topic=1295.msg16938#msg16938
       date=1512443911]
       You may be reading my mind, or perhaps our reasoning is going in
       the same direction.   Indeed, that is part of the plot in
       episode two.  When Donald says he's too good a father to take
       Junior out of his will, it's a veiled threat.   I also mock the
       slavishness of his children by implying Junior wouldn't mind if
       his father had a fling with his wife Vanessa and Trump's
       grasping of people as objects, even to the point of looking at
       his daughter-in-law as his property more or less.
       Yes, and fiction can be clearer than life since the author
       can weed out irrelevant details that can distract us in real
       life. My goal is to get a few smiles or laughs without anyone
       thinking I'm completely serious.  I'm half serious.  I don't
       think Trump would do some of the things I may have him doing;
       but I think he might think about doing   them. When I have him
       interacting with Vanessa, of course I'm alluding to his comment
       about Ivanka -- that he'd be dating her if she wasn't his
       daughter.[/quote]
       I think our appraisal of The Donald is very similar.  I think
       that you have the joy of writing and expressing your views.
       That can give you the avocation of writing fiction; of course,
       you already know this.    :)
       [quote]Too much predictability is boring, so some elements of
       the improbable add interest. Can you take the improbable and
       mesh it with reality so it begins to look probable?    In some
       ways, satire is often  improbable; and it can be taken as a
       compliment  if people mistake it for reality.
       [/quote]
       I agree and sometimes high foolishness takes on the seeming
       quality of satire.  It discloses the fools in question for who
       they are.
       The groping of Vanessa in the story is a very disturbing side of
       Trump.  When it is an involuntary groping is done on a person,
       it is an invasion of that person.  It is akin to ****.  I
       suspect that Trump's groping is the action of a man that is
       inclined towards **** but is prudent or self-controlled enough
       not to go through with that form of violation.  This feature
       about Trump made me very sure that he derived a sense of power
       as well as pleasure in the deflowering of young virgins and so I
       had included it in "An Appointment With Trump".
       I also believe that Trump's sexuality indicates that he is
       unable to reach at any true intimacy with a woman.  He has
       sexual contact, but there is not the inner disclosure or caring
       that constitutes true intimacy between a man and a woman.  Trump
       cannot love.
       #Post#: 16968--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Donald and The Dancing Tuba Girls
       By: Kerry Date: December 7, 2017, 12:28 am
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       [quote author=HOLLAND link=topic=1295.msg16947#msg16947
       date=1512484106]
       I also believe that Trump's sexuality indicates that he is
       unable to reach at any true intimacy with a woman.  He has
       sexual contact, but there is not the inner disclosure or caring
       that constitutes true intimacy between a man and a woman.  Trump
       cannot love.[/quote]
       On a related matter,  I had Trump being offended by Vanessa when
       she told Junior people might not think she was a "real woman" if
       he bought the sex enhancing drug.  Trump keeps this to himself
       in classic passive-aggressive style, of course, and says, "Poor
       Melania."  Does he really mean it, or is he saying to himself as
       a way of trying to ease his conscience?
       But when he's dreaming and Vanessa gets him aroused,  he changes
       his tune and sees her as a "real woman."    All the fake
       sympathy for Melania has been forgotten.   Yet the matter is not
       resolved,  he can still talk to himself about "poor Melania"
       when that suits his purposes and forget about it when that does.
       
       Now of course,  men can have sexual problems without it meaning
       the women in their lives aren't desirable.  The whole subject is
       absurd; but  I have the Trump family taking it seriously.
       Vanessa obviously feels superior to Melania; and that hurts
       Donald's feelings.  When he says, "Poor Melania," it's really
       because his own ego is squirming since Vanessa sees his trophy
       wife as less of a "real woman" than she is.  He then pretends to
       be the loving husband; but when he think he can get Vanessa,
       he's all for it.
       Yes,  the reader is meant to believe Trump blames Melania for
       his sexual problems but won't admit it consciously when awake.
       He behaves defensively if anyone else suggests that.
       [hr]
       Have you heard of Kim Il-Un's "pleasure troupe"?  His father and
       grandfather had theirs, and now he's got his.   I feel pretty
       confident that Trump has to be green with envy, wishing he could
       draft young girls into his own private harem and be admired for
       it since it proves how masculine a man is to have so many women.
       I think a dream with Kim Il-Un and his pleasure troupe in it
       has its possibilities.
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