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Trouble in Paradise? When Asked About Wife Melania’s Upcoming Memoir, Trump Didn’t Exactly Give it a Glowing Review

Make some time, Donald. There may be more in there than you think.

Melania Trump’s new memoir, the aptly-titled Melania, isn’t due out until next month. But the book is finished and just awaiting its release date at this point.

As we’ve reported before, there are actually two release dates: One at the beginning of October for all of us peons who can only afford the paperback version, and one at the end of the month for the special people who want the extended hardback edition.

But it’s not like you didn’t already know about the book. Mel’s been doing promo after promo, culminating in the latest one where she hints that there may be an entire section dedicated to all those naked pictures she had taken of herself.

But even the potential promise of maybe seeing his supermodel wife naked again hasn’t seemed to spark any interest for the former president, even as he pimped the book himself at his New York rally Wednesday.

“Go out and get her book. She just wrote a book. I hope she said good things about— I don’t know, I didn’t, so busy…” Trump told the crowd. Let’s hope he hasn’t only been busy worrying about the Loomer Rumors that have been raging across the internet.

Trump did clarify, however, that his support for the book was contingent on how flattering it was to him. “She just wrote a book called Melania. Go out and buy it. It’s great. And if she says bad things about me, I’ll call you all up and I’ll say, ‘Don’t buy it. Get rid of it.'”

“I haven’t read it. It’s great.” Yep, sounds like Trump.

On September 10th, the day of Trump’s debate with Kamala Harris, Melania made a rare personal post on social media (that wasn’t an ad for the book), questioning the motives of Trump’s would-be assassin from earlier this year.

“I can’t help but wonder: Why didn’t law enforcement officials arrest the shooter before the speech?” she asked. “There is definitely more to this story. And we need to uncover the truth.”

Okay, just kidding. It was an ad after all.

But the reaction to that post was largely the same as public reaction to the rest of her ads promoting the memoir. “You look and sound like a robot. A grifting robot,” wrote one astute social media commenter.

But at least that one had her face. The rest of them have been just text on a screen, with little teasers about what may be contained therein.

The last ad, where she defended her brief stint in pornography, was a series of still images of famous classical art featuring nude people, set to a comforting piano score.

It’s weird, to say the least.

Regardless of how she chooses to promote her work, you’d think her husband would at least have a look at it. It’s clear from his remarks that he hasn’t even opened the cover.

Maybe he should take a look at it before he employs the unusual sales tactic of telling people NOT to buy it if it doesn’t say nice things about him.

Because this is a bad look:

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Andrew is a dark blue speck in deep red Central Washington, writing with the conviction of 18 years at the keyboard and too much politics to even stand. When not furiously stabbing the keys on breaking news stories, he writes poetry, prose, essays, haiku, lectures, stories for grief therapy, wedding ceremonies, detailed instructions on making doughnuts from canned biscuit dough (more sugar than cinnamon — duh), and equations to determine the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow. A girlfriend, a dog, two cats, and two birds round out the equation, and in his spare time, Drewbear likes to imagine what it must be like to have spare time.

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