Let me put some context to all of this before I begin. I’m extremely bored and broke and have nothing better to do than write about something that’s obviously a dead end because, well, everyone who purports to know the truth tells me flatly that Elliot Broidy got Shera Bechard pregnant, paid her $1.6 million to shut up about it and that, as they say, is that. Or as someone smart recently told me, “Broidy is the fucking babydaddy.”
Having said all that, let’s begin.
The story is Shera Bechard at some point in late-ish 2017 discovered that she was pregnant by her rich, fat fuck lover Elliot Broidy. She asked around Beverly Hills and a friend casually, randomly and completely without any connection to Donald J. Trump referred her the services of Keith Davidson. This is spooky because Davidson had represented two other women in the recent past on NDA agreements against none other than Donald Trump’s personal fixer Michael Cohen.
The argument is that given the limited number of lawyers in Beverly Hills who did the specific type of work that Davidson was known for, it was almost inevitable that Bechard’s friend would refer him to her. If only a handful of the hundreds — hundreds! — of lawyers in Beverly Hills had done the type of work Davidson was known for, then it’s not even spooky. It’s easily explainable and shut up you obsessed freak. Davidson in the small, small circles that Bechard traveled would be the go-to guy for someone in Bechard’s situation in Beverly Hills.
Ok, I can accept that.
I just like mulling the nuance of this situation. Every day, it seems we learn how excruciatingly tight Michael Cohen and Keith Davidson are. You can debate how nefarious their relationship is, but things get kind of spooky when you propose that Bechard picking Davidson and Broidy picking Cohen happened completely independent of each other. It was just random that Broidy and Bechard would pick two men who knew each other so well representing women in cases involving Donald J. Trump. My mom was fond of saying, “You take yourself wherever you go.” I doesn’t even graduate to the level of suspicious that these characters just happened to get involved independent of each other, but it is at least mildly spooky.
The thing that bothers me the most about all of this is Bechard has no reason to lie if instead of a random friend referring her to Davidson is was Broidy, Cohen or some combination of the two. Everyone keeps telling me that Broidy was the “fucking” babydaddy and Trump, for once, just happened to be the victim of a spooky, unfortunate set of coincidences. So if everyone who knows what really happened says it was Broidy, we have to accept, I guess, that it was just a glitch in the matrix that Bechard would pick not only one of the sketchier lawyers in Beverly Hills, but a guy known to get involved in murky — to say the least — shenanigans with his best bud Michael Cohen.
On a side note, I still find is of note to observe that once you establish that Bechard randomly picked Davidson independently of Broidy picking Cohen that you have another little issue that obviously is just white noise. It’s just me looking at the grassy knoll and seeing a guy with a rifle when it’s just a smudge. That issue is the one of the $1.6 million NDA payoff. Now, if you wanted to be unkind and unnecessarily speculative, you would say that given the characters involved, wouldn’t Davidson and Cohen have the means, motive and opportunity to lowball the “dumb broad” Bechard when it came to the payout price? We know for a fact that Davidson is known to, uh, not have the best interests of his clients at heart when dealing with Michael Cohen
and Donald Trump so it makes me think when they were negotiating the $1.6 million they might have it within their means to screw Bechard over.
But they didn’t.
I don’t care how wealthy you are, $1.6 million isn’t “nuisance money.” That’s a pound of flesh.
You could speculate — in a completely unfounded manner — that $1.6 million is a fair market price (or below) for a quid pro quo of cash for an abortion. But we simply don’t know Bechard state of mind at the time of her abortion, so you can’t really use that speculation — and that’s all it is — as any proof of anything.
I am, reminded, however, of the parable of the scorpion and the frog. As you may recall, the scorpion tells the frog that he needs to cross a river. When the frog — his mortal enemy — says the scorpion will kill him if he does so, the scorpion says he would never do that because he can’t swim and they both will die. Of course, at the of the tale, the scorpion stabs the frog and as they both fall into the water, the frog screams out, ‘Why did you do that? Now we’ll both die.”
“I couldn’t help myself,” says the scorpion. “It’s my nature.”
One last thing, which might mean something or nothing. I observe that the planet Neptune was discovered mathematically before it was actually discovered because scientists knew something was influencing the planets out there, they just couldn’t see it. All I’m saying is, given the spooky nature of some of the aspects of the Broidy — Bechard event, I can only look into the big black void of space and say that Planet Trump should be out there, somewhere, influencing events.
But I’m wrong.
Broidy was rich.
Bechard was pregnant.
End of story.