“Trump’s short-lived campaign provided lots of memorable Stone moments. There was the scene on the roof, where Stone, a dandy by disposition who boasts of having not bought off-the-rack since he was 17–he’s now 56–taught reporters how to achieve perfect double-dimples underneath their tie knots, while providing them hand sanitizers should they want to shake hands with the germophobe Trump. Then there were the hardball negotiations he drove backstage at the Tonight Show, where he promised access to the dressing room, but only if we refrained from “making fun of Mr. Trump’s hair” in print.”
Why is this so important? Trump a “germophobe”?
One of the claims made by “Jane Doe” in the famous but censored/suppressed New York lawsuit that claims a sexual relationship between Trump and then twelve year old “Jane Doe” is tied to the claim that Trump made the twelve year old put on rubber gloves before lubing herself up to give Trump a “hand job” during one of Trumps many many Epstein teen sex parties.
The suit claims Trump threatened her. According to the suit, Trump told her he would murder her and her family if she said anything and that he had killer one of her friends, another 12 year old, who had tried to blackmail him.
Another one is funnier, this Weekly Standard piece on Stone has him 56 years old, a piece written by a longtime Stone associate, 12 years ago. Stone claims to be 61.
Stone by this accord could well be 68 years old and we now have to question his Vietnam draft status as well, but perhaps we all know the answer to that one.
Vietnam was a touchy time and many have sought to confuse their role during Vietnam.
From the Weekly Standard 2007
Being a skilled confidence man is both a blessing and a curse. If you truly excel at the long con, raising it to a form of art, marks will never know they’ve been taken. But if you become renowned for such artistry, when it is synonymous with your very name, people never believe you’re off the grift, even when you’re playing straight.
Such is the life of Roger Stone, political operative, Nixon-era dirty trickster, professional lord of mischief. It’s hard to assume he’s not up to something, because he always is. He once said of himself, “If it rains, it was Stone.” For that’s the view most people take of him. Three years ago, everyone from the DNC’s Terry McAuliffe to the leftwing blogosphere blamed him for leaking George W. Bush’s forged Air National Guard records, the ones that looked like they would damn Bush, but ultimately blew up Dan Rather’s career. It’s preposterous, he says, a triple bank shot that no one could ever have conceived of. “I get blamed for things I have nothing to do with,” he says, somewhat wounded. But when asked about all the things he doesn’t get blamed for that he does have something to do with, he thinks a bit, then shrugs. “It does balance itself out,” he says.
Naïfs might say he’s a cancer on the body politic, everything that is wrong with todday’s system. But maybe he is just its purest distillation: Politics is war, and he is one of its fiercest warriors, with the battle scars to prove it.