Mike Pence sold his soul long ago, and now, at the very least, Karen Pence has pawned hers.
Now, before you read this tweet, recall that Trump used to brag about going backstage at the Miss USA Pageant to gawk at the young women. That he once passed a young, prepubescent girl on an escalator and said, “I am going to be dating her in 10 years. Can you believe it?” That he was bestest friends with notorious pedophile Jeffrey Epstein and frequently partied with him while surrounded by young women. That just yesterday he was accused of 43 new instances of sexually inappropriate behavior — which add to the numerous accusations that dogged him (though, apparently, not enough) before the 2016 election.
And recall that Karen Pence was reportedly incensed about the Access Hollywood tape a mere — let’s see — oh, yeah, here it is: three years ago.
That Karen Pence.
And that Donald Trump.
So what did she say at a campaign event in St. Paul, Minnesota, last night?
Grab your barf bags. And make sure you’ve got a good grip, because you will spew like the Deepwater Horizon — by which I mean it could conceivably go on for months.
I have a lot of questions about this, but the one I can’t stop asking myself is, “What the fuck? You let Trump come within groping distance of your daughter?”
At the very least I’d think Karen would be put off by the adoring looks her husband continually gives Trump. When was the last time Pence looked that way at “Mother”?
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