Backfire
The New York Times ran a front page story about Donald Trump’s behavior toward women, and discovered that, decades ago, he gave a compliment to an attractive girl whom he invited to a pool party.
When her saw her in a bikini, he said “Wow!”
The press ran the story saying it showed disrespect toward Rowanne Brewer Lane, the young lady in question: Miss Lane, as it happens, told Fox News the next day that she was enraged by the newspaper’s account. The interviewer had lied to her, and misrepresented her words. She felt neither degraded nor offended, and describes the Donald as kind, generous and thoughtful, “a gentleman,” and she intends to vote for him.
(ADDENDUM added 5/24: I was behind the times even in the hour when I wrote the above paragraph. By the time of this writing, three, not one, three of the women interviewed revile the New York Times coverage of their remarks as being deceptive, misleading, slanted, or baldfaced lies. Three of them. End of Addendum.)
The Left has so entirely deceived themselves about the nature of sex, masculinity and femininity with so much fervor and so little regard for reality for so long, that they now regard the idea that a rich playboy likes the company of beautiful women is nearly incomprehensible to them.
For a point of reference, below is what Miss Lane looked like in a bathing suit.
Who would regard it as untoward for a man to say “Wow!” when seeing this vision ?
Nearly every man I know, except the strictest and most chaste, admires James Bond and Captain Kirk, precisely because they are lady’s men. How is this to be a negative for Trump? If this is the most damning thing the professional character assassins in the press can come up with, Trump’s victory in a landslide is assured.
A disclaimer: I do not like Mr. Trump, and he is, once again, my last pick for candidate. I regard him as a blustering braggart, cunning, charismatic and unprincipled.
But I will vote for him for two reasons.
(1) He is the nominee, and the I trust the wisdom of my fellow GOP voters in this matter. Four more years under any Democrat administration will kill the nation. We will be a third world hellhole by that time, Detroit from coast to coast, or in a civil war.
(2) Mr. Trump is not afraid of the press. All other politicians are, and this gives the press, our deadly enemy, the power to bring the Jihad to our shores, and murder Americans in acts of zealous terrorism. If we do not break the power of the press, it will surely end our species and damn our souls. The press is the enemy.
Today, the enemy stumbled badly, and in an act of uproariously funny SNAFU, shelled their own side. Let us all bask in a moment of pure schadenfreude. (This word means to take a delight in the misery of others, and it so foul a concept that only the Germans have need of it in their vocabulary: but now we Americans must have recourse to it.)
What a stupid blunder. For a man to lust after a women they regard as a demeaning insult to her. But for a woman to lust after a woman they regard as natural, decent, wholesome, and laudable. And at the same time, they claim there is no difference between men and women. How those two thoughts can be reconciled in leftwng theology, I leave as an exercise for the reader.
Here is the first salvo of the backfire:
http://www.anncoulter.com/columns/2016-05-18.html
Ann Coulter is a mistress of the art of sarcasm. As a journalist, I can but stand back, eyes watering and mouth agog, at her expertise.
The New York Times’ front-page article last Saturday on Donald J. Trump’s dealings with women forced me into a weekend of self-examination. As much as I support Trump, this isn’t a cult of personality. He’s not Mao, Kim Jong-un or L. Ron Hubbard. We can like our candidates, but still acknowledge their flaws. No one’s perfect.
I admit there are some things about Trump that give me pause. I’m sure these will come out eventually, so I’m just going to list them.
First — and this is corroborated by five contemporaneous witnesses — in 1978, Trump violently raped Juanita Broaddrick in a Little Rock, Arkansas, hotel room, then, as he was leaving, looked at her bloody lip and said, “Better put some ice on that” — oh wait, I’m terribly sorry. Did I say Trump? I didn’t mean Trump, I meant Bill Clinton.
Hang on — here we go! Knowing full well about Bill Clinton’s proclivity to sexually assault women, about three weeks after that rape, Trump cornered Broaddrick at a party and said, pointedly, “I just want you to know how much Bill and I appreciate the things you do for him. Do you understand? Everything you do.”
No! My mistake! That wasn’t Trump either. That was Hillary Clinton. … But this next one I’m sure was Trump.
In the early 1990s, Trump invited a young female staffer to his hotel room at the Excelsior Hotel in Little Rock, dropped his pants and said, “Kiss it” — WAIT A SECOND!
I don’t know how this keeps happening. That was Bill Clinton. Please bear with me — it’s late at night and my notes are jumbled.
As CEO of an organization, Trump had a female employee, just months out of her teens, perform oral sex on him while he made business calls. That girl’s name was Monica Lewin– No! Wrong again! That was Bill Clinton, too! Please don’t stop reading. Let me find my Trump notes …
Ann Coulter continues in like vein. It is well worth reading the whole thing.
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