Star of Wonder, Star of Light: How I Got My Religion Back.

Oh, Stormy Daniels, wondrous Star of Porn, how do I love thee? You are the celestial brightness to illuminate the cheap glitter of der Drumpf for all its tawdriness, the heavenly fire to incinerate the gas baggery of a man who has built his tacky career with the help of cons, crooks, grifters, and sleaze balls.

Dear Readers, Stormy Daniels is our Joan of Arc, our Esther, our Lisa Simpson. Stormy will save America from the sewer creatures that swamp this administration, and verily I say unto you, it will be a fine impeachment and yon hounding from office that will rid us of every smarmy Drumpf all the land, unto Donny Jr, Ivanka, Jared-by-association, unto the head spiv himself.

And then all will be as once was in the land. Amen.

I have my own spin on this. I think that der Drumpf’s biggest fear about the raids of his lawyer’s offices is that it will be revealed that he has been lying about how much money he has. I think der Drumpf is not a billionaire, and should that be revealed it would  be a humiliation worse than the revelations that he was working a porn star while his third wife had just given birth.

I have always suspected that the Drumpfs are not as rich as they want everyone to believe because I once (unknowingly) worked for a scam artist here on Long Island (more about this later) who learned his business through his affiliation with  another scam called Cambridge Who’s Who.

This (above) is a screen shot, c. 2009, of a video that is still available on the inter webs and that’s little Donny Drumpf Junior pitching the product. Here’s the thing: Donny Drumpf Jr. introduces himself smugly as an Executive Vice President of his daddy’s company, and says that Cambridge Who’s Who is the “primary business venture I’m pursuing outside the Trump organization.”

But here’s the thing:  the swindle of Cambridge Who’s Who is so cheap, so small potatoes — a few  thousand dollars per sad sack who paid to have his or her name included in some chintzy year book — that sure, I can see some greasy Long Island hack thinking that he’s striking it rich by pulling in enough money to buy himself a brand new Cadillac but WHY would the son of a billionaire bother??

Unless that “billionaire” did not exist. So I’ve always thought (well, since 2011, when I found out about it) that all  the Drumpfs were hard up for cash and resorted to these penny-ante cons such as Cambridge Who’s Who and Trump University, which was ordered to re-pay its enrollees $25 million just before the 2016 elections. I wonder how that judgement is going — der Drumpf is notorious for never paying his bills.

By the way, the scam I unwittingly worked for was called the NAPW, the National Association of Professional Women. Once I discovered that I was working for a scam artist (I was head PR writer), I began to collect evidence. It was surprisingly easy. I rooted around non-secured e-files and found Word docs about the various fines levied, frauds perpetrated by the founder of NAPW, as well as his history with Cambridge Who’s Who, and proof of the people that NAPW had cheated. I also got very lucky once when I opened a desk drawer (that I was assigned to sit at — I was not snooping) and it was full of old letters to and from lawyers and SEC regulators and old employees and aggrieved customers. Gold Mine.

I contacted women who had been legally threatened by NAPW, I contacted women who had fought back and won, I contacted other women who had gone public with their charges against NAPW. They volunteered to back me up. I took the whole shebang and myself to the Nassau County Regional Office of the New York State Attorney General and the Nassau County District Attorney. Neither office wanted to pursue the cause because I did not have “standing”, and because they seemed very uninterested in something so nickel-and-dime.

I wrote a Yelp! review with specific information about the piece of shit who ran the company, but was erased because the NAPW lawyer contacted Yelp! and had me removed becauseI wasn’t a customer and Yelp! only wants to hear from people who have actually used the service. But the Yelp! reviews that remain on the site make interesting reading, if you care.

Through long and hard searches into the dark corners of the internets I found out that once upon a time a Wall Street Journal reporter, tipped off by an inside source, had come nosing around the business a few years earlier and I contacted her. She was very interested in my docs, but she could not get her boss to sign off on the story because he was afraid of getting sued. The NAPW founder, like der Drumpf, like all con men, piles on the lawyers at the first whiff of exposure.

At the time, it felt very cloak-and-dagger, very All The Presidents’ Men.

Oh, I could tell you stories of the celebrities I tried to warn about the NAPW, like Arianna Huffington and Sara Blakley (Spanx), who were paid big bucks to attend the annual NAPW conference…and no one would listen!! When I heard that NAPW was going after Michelle Obama I was almost frantic, but luckily that never came to pass. Make no mistake: this business is a SCAM.

Ariana Huffington with NAPW spokesperson Star Jones, which gives you a clue as to the shadiness of the organization.

When I saw that I could not bring down this sleezy con, I got into several tense and threatening confrontations with management and I let myself be fired from NAPW.

By”tense and threatening”, I mean that the company had people search my desk after I left work, which I know because I made strategic friends in low places, which I tuned them about the next day. And then they staged a face to face meeting with the “head” of HR and the so-called President of the company, who tried to bully me into signing a paper that said I had been counseled that my  bullying (still a buzz word in wrongful termination suits) behavior had been acknowledged by me, which I refused to sign, and then they tried to tell me that not signing would have serious repercussion, such as getting fired… ha ha. I was the one person there who did not fear getting fired (been there, done that; and I was married to Top Cat at the time) so they fired me and I collected unemployment benefits from them, and the pay-out lasted longer than my employment. I went to Paris on their dime.

Shark Tank’s Barbara Corcoran at the 2014 NAPW gathering.

The file of all the dastardly deeds on the NAPW still sits in my closet, though, just in case.

I see that a lot of information about NAPW and its chiseling founder have been wiped from the interwebs, and although hardly anyone reads my blog; the files are clearly marked NAPW SCAM and they would be easy to find if I am incapacitated. You know, by foreign agents.

BTW, the chiseling founder, besides being a youngish guy who owned several Corvettes and a Maserati, had a little Yorkshire Terrier that he was very fond of and I have to say, he loved that DoG and was always very good to her. Go figure.

And did you notice something interesting about the fraud that started all this? Cambridge Who’s Who? And what it has in common with Cambridge Analytica?

Those Drumpfs must have a “thing” for the patina of the English upper classes, ya think?

Anyhoo, let’s not end here on a Drumpf note because :

Republicans, don’t take this personally. This is also how I feel about cilantro.

In other, more important news, this is what it looks like here on the north shore of Long Island (as of Wednesday, April 11 ) and yes, those are piles are snow:

That’s my car. Every large parking lot still has some daggy bits of Winter left on it. Sad.

And the other day I was giving kitties their breakfast and I discovered that someone’s mousie. . .

. . .  had dived into the cat food bowl:

I picked it out of the kibble and tossed it into the dining room. But the next day, the critter crawled his way back to the breakfast buffet:

Again, I picked it up and tossed it into the dining room, but the next day. . .

. . . the mousie was taking cover (under Bibs’ pink bowl) so I let him stay. He’s been on the breakfast mat ever since. His name is Jephte, after my Number One No. # 1 Reality TV hunny.

I have become totally hooked on this season’s Married at First Sight. I  keep wishing for the best for all the adorable couples, but my man Jephte has shown himself to be the person most capable of awesome personal growth and self-reflection and change. He started out as such a huge prick, but since then he’s become kind, loving, thoughtful, and caring! I love his heart, and I love the way he loves his heart’s mate. I have high hopes for him and Shawnice:

Shawnice is a very cute girl without makeup, but she is AMAZING with make up (she’s a make up artist). I give her major props for spending so much time on camera without make up, because she is a total dish when she puts on the war paint and there’s another girl on the show (Molly) who won’t be seen on film without thirteen layers of mascara. If you’re watching the show, you know what I mean.

Speaking of the quality time I spend with my TV, and although some of my die-hard Drumpf hater friends have tried to talk me out of it, I am still watching Roseanne.

I cannot wait until Michael Fishman gets his own story arc, but this week’s episode which featured the daughters, Becky and Darlene — titled Eggs Over, Not Easy — was totally brilliant. Brill-ee-ant.

 I’ve watched it twice and I’ve cried each time.

But I also cry when I watch Married At First Sight (these beautiful young people are so meant for each other and I just wish they will know that when the eight week experiment is over), and at the video that shows a color blind kid when he gets new “sunglasses” and can see color for the first time . . .

. . . and at the first chorus of Band of Heathens doing Hurricane. . .

. . . and when I think that thanks to our blessed Saint Stormy, Patron Saintess of Democracy, that we might soon be rid of history’s most sordid, stinking, stupid pustule that ever oozed upon the office of the President of the United States…

I just want to cry Hallelujah.

Which, by the way, when k. d. lang sings it, also makes me cry. But then, I’m usually drunk when I pat me up some k. d. at the 2005 Juno Awards in Winnipeg and at my most maudlin.  Canadians. What would American culture be without them?

Top Cat always tells me that my blog posts are too long.

Have a great weekend, everyone. And have a good cry. It’s good for the soul.

XXOO

 

10 Comments, RSS

  1. Megan April 12, 2018 @ 7:17 pm

    Cats and their mice toys are always fascinating and also a bit of a mystery to me. We do not yet have the New Roseanne here in Aus… coming this month. I am not sure what to make of it as I thought that the Conners would be anti Drumpf I will have to wait and see. I am glad you are fighting on the side of truth and transparency.

  2. Kirra April 13, 2018 @ 3:21 am

    Let’s hope the Patron Saintess of Democracy does put an end to the stupid president!

    What an interesting story about NAPW, it’s true that in reality it can be hard to get ‘justice’ even with a file of evidence!

    This afternoon we’ve suddenly gut rain and wind and actual autumn weather for the first time this year. I hope the saggy snow melts soon and you get some warmer spring weather.

    The video of the boy seeing colour was great!

  3. Monique April 13, 2018 @ 8:45 am

    I can only comment on KD:)
    Love.
    Singing Leonard Cohen’s Alleluia..tears.
    I love that girl.Loved him.

  4. Adrienne April 13, 2018 @ 9:08 am

    The colorblind boy who was able to see colors for the first time is the coolest thing I’ve seen in ages. I wondered how he knew the names of the colors, though, if he’d never seen them before (which was red, which was green).

  5. Adrienne April 13, 2018 @ 9:11 am

    ps I feel the same way about k.d. lang’s rendition of Hallelujah. Brilliant.

  6. Leslie April 13, 2018 @ 9:21 am

    I look forward to Storm Daniels as the Statue of Liberty Enlightening the World. Amen! And it wasn’t “an affair”, just a one time encounter. As for pretension, why else would you name your son Baron? I’m just sayin…

  7. Leslie April 13, 2018 @ 9:22 am

    Stormy not Storm

  8. jeanie April 13, 2018 @ 3:29 pm

    Three cheers! I remember when I got a letter to be in one of those Who’s Who books. At the time I was a 32 year-old new public television professional and when I say new, I mean probably about six or seven months. This was based on my vast experience in public broadcasting and my previous service, which included dropping out of grad school in theatre, working at a drug store in the pharmacy dishing out pills without a license, one month weeks working in the juvenile home and several years doing bookkeeping at a county health dental clinic. In other words, their standards are high. And that was my first clue about the scams with these things!

    You could still take them down, you know. Just share with John Oliver. He’ll do the rest. Look what he did for Miss America (and I think, the Red Cross).

    Meanwhile, it just gets livelier and livelier — Stormy and company, Mickey Mouse Cohen the Fixer, Comey’s book, Scooter’s pardon, Baron and Tiffany the hidden children — even the names seem like a sitcom. If it wasn’t that we could t all get blown up and all our civil rights slashed and environment destroyed, it would make a great movie. Unfortunately, its real….

  9. Steve April 14, 2018 @ 12:06 pm

    That k.d. lang album where she sings the songs of Canadian songwriters — “Hymns of the 49th Parallel” — is AMAZING. One of my favorite records.

    An interesting theory about Trump — I’ve long been skeptical of his financial acumen but it never occurred to me that this FBI probe could pull aside that “billionaire” curtain. Of course that makes a LOT of sense! We can only hope!

    I remember women being associated with NAPW back when I lived in Florida. I hadn’t heard it was a scam! I’ve got to do some Googling on that one — at least find that old WSJ article.

  10. Marilyn April 16, 2018 @ 7:38 pm

    All I can say is that your posts make me smile. Now the color blind little boy was just too special. Totally agree with you on anything about that family in Washington, DC. So many have so much on them, it has just got to explode soon. Please I hope so!!!

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