Trump; The Small Things Will Trip You!

More amalgam. The media lynching of Donald Trump amplifies. Women who say they have been (lightly) sexually assaulted by Mr Trump keep coming out. Of course, not one of them refers to a recent alleged event. Makes you wonder where they were before Trump ran for office, before he impeded Queen Hillary’s crowning. The narrative is now going overboard. When it comes to assessing truth, it’s the small things that trip you, as every liar will attest.

Mrs Barack Hussein Obama said two days ago that Mr Trump’s crude words are (ARE) sexual assault. I told you a couple of days ago it was going to happen. No, Mrs Obama, calling a man an asshole on the parking lot, on the one hand, and beating him to a pulp, even punching him in the face, on the other hand, are not the same thing. A thousand years of Anglo-American law back me up on this. You have taken one step too many. Madam. Fortunately, I trust that you are able to make the difference because if you are not, you will be morally obligated to ask your husband to order his docile Attorney General to charge a couple of hundred rappers (most of them African American) with sexual assault. I think ridicule sometimes kills. Unfortunately, the media are going to bury quickly the First Lady’s revealing words.

Another woman has now come forward to accuse Trump of groping her on a First Class flight. She even specified that he raised the armrest between them to get a better grip on her. Rush Limbaugh took advantage of his access to a vast audience to ask airline stewardesses their technical opinion. It turns out, there has never been an armrest you could raise in First Class. As I said, the small things will trip you in a lie. (At least, I learned a new word in connection with this alleged event: “octopusing,” many arms and therefore many hands. Wish I had known the word back then when it would have been useful.)

And then, there is the allegation by a People’s Magazine reporter that Trump came on to her during an interview which took place partly in the presence of his wife. The reporter wrote a glowing article anyway (or is it because?) I must say that, with this story, the residual Frenchman in me vacillates. After all, in that situation, he depended on her, not the reverse. He was taking the risk she might have written an assassination in the distinguished, “People.” He supposedly did it during and interview, in full view of his wife? There is a part of me that wishes I had what this takes. (I wonder: Is trying to seduce women still acceptable? Has mating become sexist except between adults of the same sex?)

Major male sports organizations, and now, individual athletes, are falling over one another to give credibility to another one of Mrs Obama’ s silly statements, “I don’t know men who talk like this.” The athletes and athletic economic interests add, “In the locker room? NEVER! The horror!”

The public’s unblinking acceptance of gross lies has become the norm. This goes a long way toward explaining the raised pitchforks of millions of uncouth, ill-educated, ungrammatical supporters of the crude, uncontrolled, undisciplined, poorly informed Donald Trump. They are simply demanding a new elite that will call a cat by its name, “pussy.”

About jacquesdelacroix

I am a sociologist, a short-story writer, and a blogger (Facts Matter and Notes On Liberty) in Santa Cruz, California.
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2 Responses to Trump; The Small Things Will Trip You!

  1. Tige d'airain says:

    It’s exactly because there is no armrest you could raise in First Class that I am flying economy.

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