Trump's Pecker Problem

Donald Trump’s Pecker Problem.

I couldn’t resist.

You knew I couldn’t resist.

I fought it for days, but the headline stays.

I may be 60 damn years old and called on to be a Serious Adult most of the time, but I’m still also a dude who grew up reading National Lampoon in the 1970s.

A mentor once told me, “You can tell the dirtiest joke in the world, the most vile, blue, explicit joke ever, as long as you preface it with, ‘As Winston Churchill once told a group of Members of Parliament…’”

So, no, I can’t resist the slightly juvenile but perfectly delightful irony of a man named David Pecker in a trial about Donald Trump covering up payment to a porn star and his numerous other peccadillos (or peckerdillos, if you will), by using Pecker’s “media” company to “catch and kill” damaging stories for campaign purposes.

Donald Trump has a Pecker problem that isn’t from the venereal consequences of his impulsive rutting with any mammal or mammal-shaped inert object in the vicinity.