I was alerted by my friend Shannon that Melania Trump‘s debate-wear tonight was Gucci’s $1,100 “Pussy-Bow Shirt.”

It took me a minute to grasp the significance of Melania’s choice,  annoyed as I was that this bitch would try to spoil Gucci for me.

However, now I’m impressed.

Her Stupid-Foreigner act is just a cover for her diabolical brilliance.

Look at her expression, above.

Look at how proudly her implants jut out, putting the men around her on notice that she will not be shamed into wearing a less clingy fabric.

She is Woman, hear her roar.

She is Pussy personified, and she will be the pussy of choice for her husband, no matter whose he might grab or hope to grab.

Melania did not make it this far from a village in Slovenia to the penthouse of Trump Tower without being a tough competitor. As she warned Donald before the debate,

“I am nice person, Donald Trump, but nobody poots the baby in corner. You heet me, I heet you ten times harder.”

Gold digger, nude model, mail-order bride, escort, sure, whatever. But let’s not underestimate Melania!

Just keep your eyes on her implants. They are signalling something, and it could get messy.