Naked Truth

Trudeau came to see me during my recent portrait sitting with Court Painter. He’s a good guy, Justin.

He said, ‘No, no, you are stark naked, you have no clothes; Donald, please!

Nice guy, good-looking guy, comes in and blurts out—‘Donald, you are starkers!

So, he’s proud. I said, ‘Wrong, Justin, I am clothed in regal silk robes with ermine edging, leather cod piece with rhinestones and a small bow in my luxurious locks.’

I didn’t even know. . . . I had no idea. I just said it because I don’t always check the mirror or shiny surfaces when they let me out each morning? You’re wrong. I say to Justin….you know why? Because that’s why… you’re wrong, Justin.

He said, ‘Nope, Donald you have no clothes on.’

I said, well, in that case, I feel differently ‘but I don’t believe it.’ I sent one of our guys out, his guy, my guy, they went out, I said, Check, because I can’t believe it.

P.M. Justin Trudeau of Canada, a very good guy, doesn’t like saying that I am imperiously clothed, but I am.

(I might be slightly mistaken about the rhinestones on the cod piece,they are actually authentic diamonds cut from The Cullinan diamond last week!)