I’m well aware of how obsessive I’m becoming over this. What’s generating this obsession is the severe cognitive dissidence associated with being told one thing (Elliot Broidy is Shera Bechard’s babydaddy) and knowing something significant: Broidy wanted access and Bechard used Trump’s go-to guy to represent women who he was working on an NDA with, Keith Davidson.
Those two issues keep rolling around in my head and they generate my obsession. I’m in a logic trap, much like HAL 9000 at the end of 2001. I’m being forced to believe something without enough information to feel comfortable that what I’m told be true is, in fact, true.
One thing I want to know is: WHAT DOES PLAYBOY KNOW.
It’s really driving me bonkers. Playboy is the weak spot of the cover story, if it is a cover story. They have a vested interest in helping their journalistic brethren learn the truth one way or another. I could even see The New York Times (or whomever) sweetening the deal for Playboy by saying they’d co-brand the results of the investigation. What more would Cooper Hefner want?
If Playboy actively helped with an investigation that had the potential to shame Trump out of office, they would have a credibility glow that would shine for a decade. Meanwhile, if they are complicit and don’t help they have an existential threat on their hands.
I don’t know. Just don’t know. It’s really rather perplexing. That Broidy dated someone like Bechard for two years and we have no proof of a romantic connection. That’s just wacky. It just seems so simple for Peter K. Stris to slip a Republican operative a picture of Bechard and Broidy together in some manner. That ends the speculation and Trump can go back to ruining the country I love so much.
Anyway, something has to give. Something has to break one way or another. Or maybe not. Maybe that’s Stris’ media strategy — radio silence. If he knows it’s Broidy then he has nothing to worry about. But if he knows it’s Trump and he’s laying low for a different reason entirely, well, we’re off to the races.
But I have been wrong so many times before that I’m working on the assumption what I don’t know is going to break Broidy’s way and I look like a moron. It has to be Broidy, it just has to be. Right? Right? Right?