So picture it. I am sitting at my desk doing some research on tomorrow’s article, a follow up to today’s post on Melania Trump when I stumbled upon a short blurb where Steven Cheung, White House Communications Director spews some rage at a reporter. Business as usual - I know. But for no reason I decided to read up on Steven Cheung.
If Hollywood's party game is six degrees of Kevin Bacon, Trump World operates on a far more sinister metric: two degrees of Jeffrey Epstein. It's become something of a parlor trick of mine as I chronicle the endless creep-stream of American power—spot the Epstein connection in any given Trump appointee's CV. The hit rate is frankly disturbing.
Consider Steven Cheung, Trump's communications director, a man whose aesthetic choices seem to have been curated by central casting for "thuggish operative, extra menacing." Unlike the usual suspects in Trump's orbit—those sleek, shark-suited enablers who at least understand the theater of respectability—Cheung present…
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