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originally posted by: opethPA
originally posted by: WeMustCare
a reply to: opethPA
As usual, you're on top of things.
Tell me this. I've just read a summary of today's court proceedings.
HERE: news.yahoo.com...
WHAT HAS PRESIDENT TRUMP DONE WRONG TO THIS WOMAN BEYOND A SEXUAL THING in the 1990's?
It's got to be more than "hurt her feelings".
I just want to go over this sentence.
"WHAT HAS PRESIDENT TRUMP DONE WRONG TO THIS WOMAN BEYOND A SEXUAL THING in the 1990's?"
To be clear, in your mind it is okay that any POTUS just did a SEXUAL THING to someone all the way back in the 90's?
originally posted by: Threadbarer
a reply to: Zanti Misfit
How does it not make sense? The jury in the previous case believe there was enough evidence to show Trump sexually assaulted her but didn't penetrate her with his penis.
Within hours of the law going into effect in late November, Carroll filed a battery and defamation civil suit against Trump. (She filed a separate defamation suit in 2019 that has been postponed.)
It’s still unclear if Trump will take the stand during the trial, which is expected to last about five days. His legal team advised the judge that the former president wants to testify, but said it’s “unfair” that he’s been barred from denying the underlying rape allegation.
James was 7 and a half or 8, a bloodthirsty, beautiful, relentless boy. He ordered everyone around, even the older kids. To me he said, “I’m going to shove this up you again.”
We’d played this game before. Our families had gone on a camping trip to Pokagon State Park, and I learned that an object could be shoved up the place where I tinkled. I don’t remember now what it was, probably a stick, or maybe a rock. It felt like being cut with a knife. I remember I bled.
“I don’t want to,” I said.
James and I played so many ferocious games while camping that summer: hooking each other with fishhooks, holding each other underwater, tying each other up, shooting each other with cap guns, chasing each other with garter snakes, dumping hot embers on each other’s heads. I am not putting him on the Most Hideous Men of My Life List — whether he belongs there is for him to decide. It is his uncles, his father, his grandfather who belong on such a list.
Hunter S. Thompson … now, there’s a good candidate. I know. I wrote his biography. Does Hunter, the greatest degenerate of his generation, who kept yelling, “Off with your pants!” as he sliced the leggings from my body with a long knife in his hot tub, make the list? Naw.