Who Are Donald Trump’s Women . . . and Why Do They Love Him?

About two years ago, a writer friend began lobbying me to write columns about politics, if not for a website, as a vehicle to get things off my chest in a more focused way. She knew I was a prolific poster of passionate progressive opinions on Facebook and that I was about to produce a series of cabaret variety shows throughout 2018 that would raise funds for Democratic candidates running to flip Congressional and Senate seats and Governorships from Red to Blue in the midterm elections.

I was quite intrigued about the idea to opine on politics at a time when American Democracy and the rule of law in this country has never been more precarious. A few weeks before the 2016 Presidential Election, I had written an essay — picked up by a website supporting Hillary Clinton — about how even if Hillary won the Presidency, the real threat to the country was the emergence of White Supremacy in the wake of Donald Trump’s candidacy. I certainly felt game to tackle — figuratively and literally — the Presidency of the odious organized crime boss in the Oval Office.

But therein lay my dilemma. With every passing month, week, even day, there was a new outrage being perpetrated by the pathological lying President or his sycophantic minions. The “American Carnage,” as Trump despicably described as the state of our country at his…