It pretty obvious at this point, at least to me, that while we may be in for something of a bumpy few weeks, it’s likely that nothing too astonishing is going to come out from any attention Cohen Tapes. I say this because, well, Team Trump would have fought a whole heap of a lot harder to prevent prosecutors from getting them if there was anything all that damaging in them.
One thing I disagree with my “partner in crime” about is what happens if there’s a tape of Michael Cohen conspiring with Keith Davidson against Shera Bechard. He says it’s a big meh because, well, Elliot Broidy was the father and so fuck it. But I disagree for us, personally. I believe *anything* found in those tapes will be rolling thunder in the public consciousness for about 24 hours, no matter what’s in them.
Hence, even though he and I have settled that Trump isn’t the daddy — even though logically he should be — he and I are bound to get a least a little bit of attention for no other reason than I (by in extension HIM) have been involved in at least trying to figure out what the fuck happened. I say this knowing full well that it will be New York Magazine’s Paul Campos who will get the bulk of the attention, no matter who the Shera Bechard babydaddy is.
But, whatever. I have very low expectations. No tape may exist and even if it does, we may never hear it. So if nothing else it’s existence or lack thereof has given me something to write about.
Listen to the newest episode of my podcast, Talk To Me Internet : Trumplandia: Shera Bechard and the Cohen Tapes https://t.co/EPiPbZq639
— Shelton Bumgarner 🔗 (@bumgarls) July 27, 2018