Back in the ’90s, Trump, I mean, John Miller, would put on his PR cap, manipulate his voice and call the media elites in NYC trying to drum up all sorts of positive, scandalous buzz for The Donald.
Like this when Donald, er, John, was asked about an alleged affair with model Carla Bruni: “I think it’s somebody that — you know, she’s beautiful. I saw her once quickly and she’s beautiful and all, but I think that he’s got a whole open field really. A lot of the people that you write about, and you people do a great job, by the way, but a lot of the people that you write about really are — I mean, they call. They just call. Actresses, people that you write about just call to see if they can go out with him and things.”
“Holy shit,” I think I said upon learning this.
Looking back, it might have been the truest thing about this phony.
Remember, Trump wakes up each day with one concern in his little life: Trump.
Actually … One thing could.
Battering a media who wasn’t on message.
Screw manipulation. Yes, battering would be better. Much better. So he did. Relentlessly. He pointed the media out at his rallies. He called them out by name — came up with clever little insults that really got the Trumpettes in a tizzy.
Sure, others running for the nation’s highest office have done a little of this, maybe all. Obama hasn’t been a close friend of the media. He’s mostly taken the high road to politely work around it. But Trump? You kidding? No, Trump would dig into this one. He owned a Twitter account, a microphone and the best words.
Miller’s dangerous crossing
He got one thing wrong, though. A very important thing: There is a difference between the media and the working press. You can bet Obama understood this.
The working press? Not-so-much.
They press work away in the background, digging … asking … adjusting their glasses … verifying … asking again … digging. Reporting. The people in the working press most likely got into print because they didn’t like the media, either. They definitely didn’t trust power.
I think Trump knows they’re out there, even if he can’t quite spot them. Picking out the press person in a crowded room is like trying to spot the one brown leaf through the forest.
On Tuesday, when he rolled out of bed and got to thinking about himself, The Donald took to Twitter to announce he was canceling his visit to the ‘failing’ N.Y. Times. Maybe he had that dream where it all ends. Whatever, he knew in his evil gut, that visiting the Times was a bad idea.