No, this is not about Donald Trump's politics, but his middle, which I once upon a time had the opportunity to clamp onto with my bare hands. This was back during his last would be run for president, when I was a producer for "Hardball" on MSNBC, and we convened at the University of Pennsylvania to do a show with him. It was in Penn's big auditorium/theater, with Chris Matthews and Trump on stage before a packed house of students. You may not remember this, but he was wildly popular then and many people took seriously his testing of the political waters.
My assignment was to be with Trump, keep an eye on him, and Melania (not yet his wife), check up on them in their holding room, get him to make-up, make sure he was mic'd, and to get him on stage at the moment of his cue. The plan was to hold him in the back of the auditorium and then at the moment of Chris' introduction, to let him go, to walk through the room to dramatic shouts and applause. This meant I had to stand in the back of the room and hold on to him so he wouldn't walk before the cue. And that's what I did. He was affable about it. I placed my hands on his middle, through his jacket, one on his back and one sort of near his belly. Doughy. That's all I thought: this supposedly hot dude is basically lumpy and doughy. (Remember: "best sex ever!") The goofy hair I was prepared for, the softness of him was the surprise.
When Chris introduced him, I gave him a mild shove and the students went wild. My job was done.
Anyway. That's all. I never said this anecdote was about his politics, only his middle.