Cindy Adams, 86, is a long-time syndicated newspaper columnist who has been writing for the New York Post since 1979. She has known Donald Trump for 40 years, longer than his kids or his first wife Ivana.
In an article for NYP‘s Page Six, “I know exactly who Trump is: A man who keeps his promises,” Adams vouches for Trump:
“I know Trump 40 years. Longer than his kids or first wife Ivana. Hysterics and histrionics aside, the guy’s canny. Savvy. If he can’t jump over the top, he’ll creep under the bottom. But he’ll accomplish. You don’t like him? So what? Not everybody had tea with Lincoln. The guy who’s there now has a nice haircut, good suits, shirt sleeves rolled to just the right spot when pretending to go casual. He can speechify and access a teleprompter. So? So what? What else did he do?
I know the offstage Donald. I remember that anger when I didn’t attend his father’s funeral. ‘You disrespected him,’ he said.
I remember when his things went belly-up and he unpityingly sat behind me in a cramped seat in a junky plane.
I remember when he turned things around and flew us in his private jet to Vegas munching cookies and catered meals.
I remember ’97, when he brought his team over to create my security alarm system.
I remember his extra-special care when my husband passed on.
I remember he didn’t forget his promises. Not to me. Not to you. Not to this country he loves.
And I’ll always remember he’s one of us, kids — only from New York.”
The rest of Adams’ column is gossipy but interesting. A sample:
“Election evening . . . . Despite snarling CNN, Trumptown knew they’d won by 5:30 . . . .
The Park Avenue living-room talk was: ‘He loves this country. He wants the history books. He’ll work to be the best president America’s ever had.’
Another: ‘It was a vote against any smell of Obama, who now returns to his smelly pastor pal Jeremiah Wright’s preaching of ‘God damn America’ sermons.’
Another: ‘Be grateful we won’t see shloompy Tim Kaine anymore.’
Maybe what a friend said: ‘I’m for Hillary. But we’re tired of her and how she does things. Enough. We can’t take her anymore.’”