I may never stop vomiting.
President Trump said Monday that writer E. Jean Carroll was “totally lying” when she recently accused him of raping her during an encounter in a New York department store in the mid-1990s.
In an exclusive interview with The Hill, the president vehemently denied the allegations just hours after Carroll detailed the alleged incident during a cable news interview.
“I’ll say it with great respect: Number one, she’s not my type. Number two, it never happened. It never happened, OK?” the president said while seated behind the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office.
Oh, as long as you say it with great respect. Well, never mind then.
He’s used this defense before, of course — saying he couldn’t have possibly sexually assaulted a particular woman because she’s not good-looking enough. As if that’s 1) in any way relevant and 2) a defense of anything. (When Jessica Leeds claimed, prior to the 2016 election, that Trump had groped her on a flight, Trump said, “Yeah, I’m gonna go after her. Believe me, she would not be my first choice. That I can tell you. You don’t know. That would not be my first choice.”)
And, of course, his statement today implies that there is a certain type of woman he does like to rape.
How is this steaming pile of offal the president of anything, much less the United States?
Words continue to fail me.
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