Dear Mr. Trump,

Now I’ve heard everything. Although you’ve made no public statements about Stormy Daniels and her obviously true account of your romp in the hay with her – “Don’t worry about my wife, we sleep in separate rooms.” – your comments to “persons close to you” once again show your lack of class.

First, you deny the truth of what actually happened. Well, we all know you’re a liar, Sir. A porn star has more credibility, even before she opens her mouth. And can you imagine making up a story as absurd as the proposition that a real estate mogul-turned TV celebrity bent over for a spanking with a magazine that bore his picture on the front page? If that’s a fiction, Stormy Daniels deserves the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Second, however, you tell your friends that Ms. Daniels is not the type of woman you would be attracted to. So you call her a liar and demean her appearance in the same breath. How crude of you, Sir. It shows, of course, that you would have been more likely to cheat on your wife with someone who more physically appealed to you, but, say, she was a porn star, you had her hooked with the bait that she could be a contestant on your show, and you know that you took advantage. Just another incident of your “grabbing p***y” when you could.

So who was that goon that threatened her? Someone who did it solely out of friendship to you, who really cared about your family, just as Michael Cohen paid her $130,000?

Please, Mr. President, give us a hint about what we’ll someday discover on her CD.

Very truly yours,

Bruce J. Berger