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The porn star set to topple Trump and the horse suit by Chloe

Is it an indictment of the holes in America's political system or the fact we have learnt so much post-Harvey Weinstein, that the most likely person to knock President Donald Trump off his narcissistic perch is a porn star going by the name of Stormy Daniels? Or perhaps, as many are joyfully claiming, it is because this porn star has become a feminist hero - her voice, rather than her body, her super power.

There have been murmurings for some time of how Trump employed the services of Stormy, real name Stephanie Clifford, to provide some bedroom entertainment - shall we say - shortly after his wife Melania gave birth to his youngest son back in 2006.

But it is only now as Stormy, as we shall call her, has announced she is suing the former American Apprentice star for slamming a non-disclosure agreement on her, that we are seeing just how pivotal and important a figure this adult film star could become in what happens to Trump next.

As anyone who follows the misogynistic transgressions of Trump will know, there is not much so far which has rattled him. He has dismissed out of hand as liars the 20 or so women who have come forward with stories of how he sexually harassed or assaulted them.

He has batted off allegations he raped his first wife Ivana during their marriage and as for that now famous tape in which he professes he can go up to any woman and grab them because he is famous, he has laughed it off as locker room talk.

A quick post on Twitter later, and yet again the man is vindicated and merrily carries on with his job of running the most powerful country in the world, whilst meanwhile other men are being sacked for arguably - but not conclusively - far lesser crimes.

Not so in the case of Stormy Daniels who you may have noticed we haven't heard a peep about from Trump on social media. Indeed all transactions about her have been dealt with through his legal team who obviously have firmly denied Trump had anything to do with her - because why wouldn't they.

As for the rest of the world -  this reporter believes we are not convinced by this denial. Not only are we now in a place where we far greater understand the dynamics which can occur between a powerful man and a woman in his pay, but Stormy Daniels is no Monica Lewinsky, the political intern who was made a figure of public scorn for revealing back in the day what Bill Clinton made her do (and don't we feel a little bit differently about that whole scenario now).

As Stormy brashly tells us how Trump told her she reminded him of his daughter Ivanka and got her to spank him with a rolled up copy of Time magazine with his face on it, we realise we are not only listening but believing.

Why? We expect nothing better from Trump but we have also come to the realisation - or this reporter certainly has - that this porn star, who would once have been considered the scourge of the earth and dismissed out of turn - could very well finally be Trump's undoing - simply because she refuses to be silent.

Just like this Chloe two-piece suit emblazoned with frolicking horses.

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