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The ‘Donald Trump Asks Melania to Dress as a Gibbon in Bed’ Story
As I progressed through my postgraduate course in journalism, I could never have imagined I would find myself writing about ape-based bedroom antics of President Donald Trump.
The main reason for that is nobody in their wildest drug-induced dreams could have imagined Trump would ever be president, back in those carefree days. Well, except Donald Trump — and maybe Steve Bannon, and maybe even Vladimir Putin. But you get the point.
Trump for me was merely a presenter of some weird watered-down Hunger Games style gameshow for wannabe corporate psychopaths and oily sales executives. I also knew he’d inherited a lot of money and had a taste for golden erections, preferably with his name on, but he didn’t seem like president material.
Before I get into discussion of Donald Trump’s sexual penchants, I’d like to mention a couple of extremely different journalists, neither of whom are alive today, who are worthy of note in this piece.
The first, Hunter S. Thompson, held the powerful to account with a brilliant blend of political insight and mischief. He made no pretence of neutrality and would put considerable effort into weakening politicians he disapproved of. His approach to writing itself was like that of a predator — he would sit with his hands poised above his…
