Let’s face it. Only some self-fixated, rich-born, White, bullying, bombastic, ceaselessly lyin’ scion could cow, coerce, and/or mesmerize tuskers, newsies, and ‘No Labeler’ enablers en route to ravaging Lady Liberty to the verge of a win-or-coup, America-scuttling regime.
Not to suggest his power grabbing has been devoid of literal, in-the-flesh import. Like it or not, recall it or not, here it is. Via media fawning, hush money, likely Russian cyber-sabotage, and the ever-perverse Electoral College- and despite an audio tape on which he revels in his own history of habitual carnal assault- he won our White House. (ONCE.)
With that in mind, while honoring Ms. Carroll, let’s look back in horror. In court papers, his first wife accused him of a violent onslaught that included rape. Granted, Ivana recanted. But she did so while claiming, in effect, that folks somehow were misconstruing her plain-as-day assertion that he’d ripped out clumps of her hair and (let it be stressed) raped her.
And it gets even worse. A woman now in her forties has alleged that, at the New York manse of the late, unspeakably evil Jeffrey Epstein, Trump repeatedly raped her when she was just 13 years old; in 2016, facing death threats, she opted not to proceed with charges.
Regarding the above-noted audio tape (on which he gleefully couches his MO as “grab ‘em”), more than two dozen women have bravely come forward to corroborate. (To you, along with Ms. Carroll: thank you for your service to our country!)
As long-time federal judge Damon Keith points out, “democracy dies in the dark.” If ever there’s been a sorely needed light, it’s the one that has shone from the woman who revealed to a jury of her peers (and, by extension, to the nation) how the Orange Ogre is definitely “not [our] type.” That is to say, how he’s amorally and grotesquely un-American. And worthy of no decent, self-respecting human being’s vote.