Among other tidbits the Caucasian-in-Chief blithered about it in the past week, like mythical steel mills in Iowa and his opinion that the Iranians were making drugs as well as enriching uranium in the secret holes that his war has supposedly obliterated many times over, the Salmon-Faced Sex Pig let slip that he “feels bad,” for the Cornell frat boys accused of rape.
Trump couldn't be bothered feeling sorry for Biden when he revealed he had cancer or Rob Reiner when he was murdered, but the investigation of the Cornell 7 has left him emotionally bereft. This puts these boozy youths in the lofty company of ex-Prince Andrew and Ghislaine Maxwell, two other sex offenders that the Neckgina Nazi has already said he feels sorry for. When these callow young Ivy Leaguers advertised the opportunity for “free pussy” to everyone on their contact lists, the heart of their President went out to them, as the man mentioned 38,000 times in the Epstein files immediately felt their pain.
That pussy is not only grabbable but shareable is the lesson here. Did the Mango Molester ever pause to ask any of the 28 women he has been credibly accused of sexually assaulting if they had ever been sexually assaulted by any of his friends before he started jostling them with his unwanted mushroom? No, because Trump obviously feels if there’s any arena of life in which a man deserves privacy, it is in the field of whipping it out on the unwilling or unconscious object of his desire. Ask Brett Kavanaugh, if you need an expert legal opinion on the matter.
While the Cornell lads, being smarter than criminals who had not earned admission to a prestigious private school, immediately lawyered up when they were first questioned by the police, they will probably be subjected to a little more pressure during their second go-around with the authorities. Cracks may be discerned in their stories, and during the trial which will follow, it may be established which one of them was the guiding force behind the gang-rape, and which youth was coaxed on the train last, because all of his bros were anxious to see their friend finally lose his virginity.
“They were not raping, they were just bonding,” may not play well as a defense argument, and it is likely that if convictions are obtained, prison time may be meted out. As young men whose only experience with physical conflict may have been holding down a drunk woman while they had sex with her, their chances of coming out on top in a jail yard brawl are a little iffy. They may be, in fact, bottoms. They may find out that the phrase “grab the pussy” means something entirely different in the Big House locker room.
Whatever just deserts are served up to them, they’ll have the empathy of the Epstein-enabling Chief Executive to comfort them on their nights in captivity, as some lifer nicknamed Big Pappy whispers his favorite Trump quote in their ears:
“May every day be another wonderful secret.”
Trump couldn't be bothered feeling sorry for Biden when he revealed he had cancer or Rob Reiner when he was murdered, but the investigation of the Cornell 7 has left him emotionally bereft. This puts these boozy youths in the lofty company of ex-Prince Andrew and Ghislaine Maxwell, two other sex offenders that the Neckgina Nazi has already said he feels sorry for. When these callow young Ivy Leaguers advertised the opportunity for “free pussy” to everyone on their contact lists, the heart of their President went out to them, as the man mentioned 38,000 times in the Epstein files immediately felt their pain.
That pussy is not only grabbable but shareable is the lesson here. Did the Mango Molester ever pause to ask any of the 28 women he has been credibly accused of sexually assaulting if they had ever been sexually assaulted by any of his friends before he started jostling them with his unwanted mushroom? No, because Trump obviously feels if there’s any arena of life in which a man deserves privacy, it is in the field of whipping it out on the unwilling or unconscious object of his desire. Ask Brett Kavanaugh, if you need an expert legal opinion on the matter.
While the Cornell lads, being smarter than criminals who had not earned admission to a prestigious private school, immediately lawyered up when they were first questioned by the police, they will probably be subjected to a little more pressure during their second go-around with the authorities. Cracks may be discerned in their stories, and during the trial which will follow, it may be established which one of them was the guiding force behind the gang-rape, and which youth was coaxed on the train last, because all of his bros were anxious to see their friend finally lose his virginity.
“They were not raping, they were just bonding,” may not play well as a defense argument, and it is likely that if convictions are obtained, prison time may be meted out. As young men whose only experience with physical conflict may have been holding down a drunk woman while they had sex with her, their chances of coming out on top in a jail yard brawl are a little iffy. They may be, in fact, bottoms. They may find out that the phrase “grab the pussy” means something entirely different in the Big House locker room.
Whatever just deserts are served up to them, they’ll have the empathy of the Epstein-enabling Chief Executive to comfort them on their nights in captivity, as some lifer nicknamed Big Pappy whispers his favorite Trump quote in their ears:
“May every day be another wonderful secret.”
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