Forget about the Epstein files, it's time to bring back the Cleveland Indians
The Washington Redskins are on the president's radar as well
As is his custom, our dear president is now trying to distract Americans from the Epstein "files" controversy by appealing to professional sports fans all over the country in demanding that the Cleveland Guardians of Major League Baseball and the Washington Commanders of the National Football League immediately return to their former mascots as Indians and Redskins, respectively.
Democrats, who just can't seem to ignore red meat, will no doubt follow the president down this rabbit hole and lose badly in the court of public opinion as the MAGA rage over the Epstein coverup fades into the past.
Actually, if I were among Donald Trump's advisers, I'd have told him to own up to the lewd and crude 50th birthday drawing he sent to his then-friend Jeffrey Epstein.
First off, it was 22 years ago, and who among us hasn't done something stupid in the last 22 years?
It's already well established that the two were close friends in 2003 when Epstein's 50th birthday came around. And this was several years before Epstein had been charged with any crimes at all. So it was completely normal and logical that Trump would respond positively to Ghislaine Maxwell's request for a memento to put in a birthday album for her partner-in-crime Jeffrey Epstein. At least normal and logical for someone who regularly flew on Jeffrey Epstein's private airplane.
After all, Donald Trump is a man who survived a bus ride where he instructed Billy Bush on how to molest a woman, with this happening just several weeks before he was elected President of the most powerful country on earth. Given the "values" in his MAGA base, it likely picked him up a vote or two.
He also survived paying an enormous sum of money to a porn star in exchange for her silence on a certain matter that will not be discussed with children still in the room. He survived 34 felony convictions, again shortly before being elected to the presidency once again. He survived a civil jury finding him liable for sexual assault in a department store, for heaven's sake.
He even survived marveling out loud about the length of Arnold Palmer's putter.
In short, he truly could survive shooting a complete stranger on Fifth Avenue in broad daylight, as he has long claimed.
So, instead of pretending he "never wrote a picture," he should have simply said, "Yep, it was just a 50th birthday locker room joke between close friends, so what's the big deal? That's the way real men talk."
And that would have been the end of it.
Suing the Wall Street Journal is a flat-out mistake. But that's what happens when you surround yourself with folks who are worshippers and not advisers.
The Journal's reporters are extremely talented and incredibly diligent. They went ahead with this story even though they knew it would cost them subscribers and advertisers and would immediately result in a multi-billion dollar lawsuit. They have the goods. Trust me on this.