Another Professor Blasey-Ford Fraud?

[gallantwarrior]

"So now I will tell you what happened:

"The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.

"I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.

"The whole episode lasts no more than three minutes. I do not believe he ejaculates. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door — I don’t recall which door — and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.

"And that was my last hideous man. The Donna Karan coatdress still hangs on the back of my closet door, unworn and unlaundered since that evening.

And yet she can't even remember the year in which her sexual fantasy of Donald Trump sprang into existence. Another mental case seeking attention.

And yet she can't even remember the year in which her sexual fantasy of Donald Trump sprang into existence. Another mental case seeking attention.

She told two friends the day the rape occurred, and they have both confirmed her story:

Donald Trump Assaulted Me, But He’s Not Alone on My List of Hideous Men

"Did I tell anyone about it?

"Yes. I told two close friends. The first, a journalist, magazine writer, correspondent on the TV morning shows, author of many books, etc., begged me to go to the police.

"'He raped you,' she kept repeating when I called her. 'He raped you. Go to the police! I’ll go with you. We’ll go together.'"

"My second friend is also a journalist, a New York anchorwoman. She grew very quiet when I told her, then she grasped both my hands in her own and said, 'Tell no one. Forget it! He has 200 lawyers. He’ll bury you.' (Two decades later, both still remember the incident clearly and confirmed their accounts to New York.)"

How many more women have to come forward before Pussy-Grabber's held to the same standard as Slick Willie?
The rape allegation against Bill Clinton, explained

Gotta give this one credit, she did learn from the Kavanaugh accuser. She managed to arrange corroborating recollections presented by her journalist buddies. Right...

 

[Cecilie1200]

"So now I will tell you what happened:

"The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.

"I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.

"The whole episode lasts no more than three minutes. I do not believe he ejaculates. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door — I don’t recall which door — and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.

"And that was my last hideous man. The Donna Karan coatdress still hangs on the back of my closet door, unworn and unlaundered since that evening.

"And whether it’s my age, the fact that I haven’t met anyone fascinating enough over the past couple of decades to feel 'the sap rising,' as Tom Wolfe put it, or if it’s the blot of the real-estate tycoon, I can’t say. But I have never had sex with anybody ever again."

Donald Trump Assaulted Me, But He’s Not Alone on My List of Hideous Men

He pulls down her tights. Which means she has a big rubber band holding her thighs together.

She ran out if the dressing room, hobbling because the tights won't let her take a full step.

What was she doing in the dressing room of the lingerie department? She invited Trump in to watch her try on a see through body suit. Surely he would wait until clothes, bra and panties were removed so she could try on said body suit. Why would she let a man she had seen at a party ten years prior in the dressing room? She was laughing during the "attack". Who laughs during a rape?

Surely even the most jaded would turn away from this mess.

No wonder she was laughing as she wrote this tripe.

What was she doing in the dressing room of the lingerie department? She invited Trump in to watch her try on a see through body suit. Surely he would wait until clothes, bra and panties were removed so she could try on said body suit. Why would she let a man she had seen at a party ten years prior in the dressing room? She was laughing during the "attack". Who laughs during a rape?

Maybe she wasn't expecting to be raped in a department store?

How many more women will have to subject themselves to death threats and being driven from their homes before you hold Trump to the same standards as Clinton?

Donald Trump Assaulted Me, But He’s Not Alone on My List of Hideous Men

"There are two or three dainty boxes and a lacy see-through bodysuit of lilac gray on the counter. The man snatches the bodysuit up and says: 'Go try this on!'

"'You try it on,' I say, laughing. 'It’s your color.'

"'Try it on, come on,' he says, throwing it at me.

'It goes with your eyes,' I say, laughing and throwing it back.

"'You’re in good shape,' he says, holding the filmy thing up against me. 'I wanna see how this looks.'

"'But it’s your size,' I say, laughing and trying to slap him back with one of the boxes on the counter.

"'Come on,' he says, taking my arm. 'Let’s put this on.'

"This is gonna be hilarious, I’m saying to myself — and as I write this, I am staggered by my stupidity. As we head to the dressing rooms, I’m laughing aloud and saying in my mind: I’m gonna make him put this thing on over his pants!"

Explain how her "stupidity" gave Trump the right to physically assault and rape her.

She wasn't assaulted and she wasn't raped. She made it up 23 years after the fact because "democrats are desperate to get Trump out of office"

That was literally the saddest excuse for a rape story I have heard . . . since the last time a leftist broad tried to use her manky vagina and bad memory as a weapon.

 

[Ray From Cleveland]

Well, she is only one of the 15 women to accuse Trump of sexual assaults. How do you conclude so many have come forward with their experience?

How many filed criminal charges? How many produced credible evidence or witnesses? When was Trump convicted of sexual assault or rape?

His enemies became many when he announced his candidacy, and Legion when he won. Some are happy to sacrifice their own lives to the cause.

Did you happen to read that her screams were heard by dozens of shoppers as she ran from the Bergdorf Goodman dressing room (in 1995 or 1996, she's not sure which) crying for help and soon after filed criminal charges?

Yeah … me neither.

Another Trumptard who says you can assault anyone as long as there are no witnesses, you can't be prosecuted.

A woman accuses a man of assault. There are no witnesses.

There are some here that think these cases b-cn not be prosecuted & brought to trial leading to a conviction.

But they have.

Decisions are based on the characters of the two people. Their honesty. Their reputations.

Trump has no honesty, he has no character, he is a womanizer & a record of assault accusations.

But hey, you people keep making fools of yourselves.

In the absence of evidence there is no crime as far as the courts are concerned.

The testimony of the victim is evidence.

Really? Well I say you robbed me of my wallet 20 years ago. Should I call the police and get my 2K that I was robbed of back from you?

 

[Ray From Cleveland]

How many filed criminal charges? How many produced credible evidence or witnesses? When was Trump convicted of sexual assault or rape?Did you happen to read that her screams were heard by dozens of shoppers as she ran from the Bergdorf Goodman dressing room (in 1995 or 1996, she's not sure which) crying for help and soon after filed criminal charges?

Yeah … me neither.

Another Trumptard who says you can assault anyone as long as there are no witnesses, you can't be prosecuted.

A woman accuses a man of assault. There are no witnesses.

There are some here that think these cases b-cn not be prosecuted & brought to trial leading to a conviction.

But they have.

Decisions are based on the characters of the two people. Their honesty. Their reputations.

Trump has no honesty, he has no character, he is a womanizer & a record of assault accusations.

But hey, you people keep making fools of yourselves.

And you continue to look like a compete ass. No witnesses and in your case, no DNA evidence equals no conviction. Reputation and character mean NOTHING in court. It's all about can you prove your claim. Mother Teresa would have to prove her case just as much as Charles Manson would. But hey, keep making a fool of yourself. It is mildly entertaining.

The judge in a criminal trail instructs the jury to use common sense when listening to the testimony of witnesses, victims and in rare cases defendants.

As the man said, "you people keep making fools of yourselves"

And here you are showing yourself to be the fool. If you have no evidence, it doesn't matter what the judge or jury thinks of you personally, you don't get convicted. See in this country you need something called proof to convict anybody. It doesn't matter if you think the defendant is a total asshole, if you have no evidence you can't convict him/her. Now don't you feel stupid?

You are full of shit. There are cases especially with sexual assault where convictions were made based on the victim's testimony.

Perhaps, but you can't show us any. And even if you could find one, it wouldn't be from an allegation 25 years ago.

 

[ABikerSailor]

"So now I will tell you what happened:

"The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.

"I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.

"The whole episode lasts no more than three minutes. I do not believe he ejaculates. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door — I don’t recall which door — and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.

"And that was my last hideous man. The Donna Karan coatdress still hangs on the back of my closet door, unworn and unlaundered since that evening.

"And whether it’s my age, the fact that I haven’t met anyone fascinating enough over the past couple of decades to feel 'the sap rising,' as Tom Wolfe put it, or if it’s the blot of the real-estate tycoon, I can’t say. But I have never had sex with anybody ever again."

Donald Trump Assaulted Me, But He’s Not Alone on My List of Hideous Men

Reads like a bodice-ripper novel, doesn't it? Can't really remember anything of importance except the sexual parts. Fails to report the incident to anyone, ever...at least until she needs to sell her book. Oh, yeah! I'll believe she's telling the troof...NOT!

Actually, she did report the incident to 2 of her friends a couple of days after it happened, and they have said as much.

 

[Ray From Cleveland]

"So now I will tell you what happened:

"The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.

"I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.

"The whole episode lasts no more than three minutes. I do not believe he ejaculates. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door — I don’t recall which door — and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.

"And that was my last hideous man. The Donna Karan coatdress still hangs on the back of my closet door, unworn and unlaundered since that evening.

"And whether it’s my age, the fact that I haven’t met anyone fascinating enough over the past couple of decades to feel 'the sap rising,' as Tom Wolfe put it, or if it’s the blot of the real-estate tycoon, I can’t say. But I have never had sex with anybody ever again."

Donald Trump Assaulted Me, But He’s Not Alone on My List of Hideous Men

Reads like a bodice-ripper novel, doesn't it? Can't really remember anything of importance except the sexual parts. Fails to report the incident to anyone, ever...at least until she needs to sell her book. Oh, yeah! I'll believe she's telling the troof...NOT!

Actually, she did report the incident to 2 of her friends a couple of days after it happened, and they have said as much.

Oh, well that settles it. Two of HER friends? How could we be suspicious about that?

 

[gallantwarrior]

"So now I will tell you what happened:

"The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.

"I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.

"The whole episode lasts no more than three minutes. I do not believe he ejaculates. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door — I don’t recall which door — and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.

"And that was my last hideous man. The Donna Karan coatdress still hangs on the back of my closet door, unworn and unlaundered since that evening.

"And whether it’s my age, the fact that I haven’t met anyone fascinating enough over the past couple of decades to feel 'the sap rising,' as Tom Wolfe put it, or if it’s the blot of the real-estate tycoon, I can’t say. But I have never had sex with anybody ever again."

Donald Trump Assaulted Me, But He’s Not Alone on My List of Hideous Men

Reads like a bodice-ripper novel, doesn't it? Can't really remember anything of importance except the sexual parts. Fails to report the incident to anyone, ever...at least until she needs to sell her book. Oh, yeah! I'll believe she's telling the troof...NOT!

Actually, she did report the incident to 2 of her friends a couple of days after it happened, and they have said as much.

Of course they did!

 

[RealDave]

Another Trumptard who says you can assault anyone as long as there are no witnesses, you can't be prosecuted.

A woman accuses a man of assault. There are no witnesses.

There are some here that think these cases b-cn not be prosecuted & brought to trial leading to a conviction.

But they have.

Decisions are based on the characters of the two people. Their honesty. Their reputations.

Trump has no honesty, he has no character, he is a womanizer & a record of assault accusations.

But hey, you people keep making fools of yourselves.

And you continue to look like a compete ass. No witnesses and in your case, no DNA evidence equals no conviction. Reputation and character mean NOTHING in court. It's all about can you prove your claim. Mother Teresa would have to prove her case just as much as Charles Manson would. But hey, keep making a fool of yourself. It is mildly entertaining.

The judge in a criminal trail instructs the jury to use common sense when listening to the testimony of witnesses, victims and in rare cases defendants.

As the man said, "you people keep making fools of yourselves"

And here you are showing yourself to be the fool. If you have no evidence, it doesn't matter what the judge or jury thinks of you personally, you don't get convicted. See in this country you need something called proof to convict anybody. It doesn't matter if you think the defendant is a total asshole, if you have no evidence you can't convict him/her. Now don't you feel stupid?

You are full of shit. There are cases especially with sexual assault where convictions were made based on the victim's testimony.

Perhaps, but you can't show us any. And even if you could find one, it wouldn't be from an allegation 25 years ago.

I get it. IF these women aren't filing charges or suing, they are liars. Do you just hate all women?

 

[RealDave]

"So now I will tell you what happened:

"The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.

"I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.

"The whole episode lasts no more than three minutes. I do not believe he ejaculates. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door — I don’t recall which door — and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.

"And that was my last hideous man. The Donna Karan coatdress still hangs on the back of my closet door, unworn and unlaundered since that evening.

"And whether it’s my age, the fact that I haven’t met anyone fascinating enough over the past couple of decades to feel 'the sap rising,' as Tom Wolfe put it, or if it’s the blot of the real-estate tycoon, I can’t say. But I have never had sex with anybody ever again."

Donald Trump Assaulted Me, But He’s Not Alone on My List of Hideous Men

Reads like a bodice-ripper novel, doesn't it? Can't really remember anything of importance except the sexual parts. Fails to report the incident to anyone, ever...at least until she needs to sell her book. Oh, yeah! I'll believe she's telling the troof...NOT!

Actually, she did report the incident to 2 of her friends a couple of days after it happened, and they have said as much.

Of course they did!

Of course, your fat assed orange buddy denied it. Everyone is a liar but Trump. I get it.

 

[ABikerSailor]

"So now I will tell you what happened:

"The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.

"I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.

"The whole episode lasts no more than three minutes. I do not believe he ejaculates. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door — I don’t recall which door — and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.

"And that was my last hideous man. The Donna Karan coatdress still hangs on the back of my closet door, unworn and unlaundered since that evening.

"And whether it’s my age, the fact that I haven’t met anyone fascinating enough over the past couple of decades to feel 'the sap rising,' as Tom Wolfe put it, or if it’s the blot of the real-estate tycoon, I can’t say. But I have never had sex with anybody ever again."

Donald Trump Assaulted Me, But He’s Not Alone on My List of Hideous Men

Reads like a bodice-ripper novel, doesn't it? Can't really remember anything of importance except the sexual parts. Fails to report the incident to anyone, ever...at least until she needs to sell her book. Oh, yeah! I'll believe she's telling the troof...NOT!

Actually, she did report the incident to 2 of her friends a couple of days after it happened, and they have said as much.

Of course they did!

I'm not the idiot who said that she didn't tell anyone until she got ready to sell her book, you were. I simply pointed out that she DID tell some people shortly after it happened.

 

[RealDave]

I take photos with people I never met.

"I have one of the greatest memories of all time"

 

[gallantwarrior]

"So now I will tell you what happened:

"The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.

"I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.

"The whole episode lasts no more than three minutes. I do not believe he ejaculates. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door — I don’t recall which door — and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.

"And that was my last hideous man. The Donna Karan coatdress still hangs on the back of my closet door, unworn and unlaundered since that evening.

"And whether it’s my age, the fact that I haven’t met anyone fascinating enough over the past couple of decades to feel 'the sap rising,' as Tom Wolfe put it, or if it’s the blot of the real-estate tycoon, I can’t say. But I have never had sex with anybody ever again."

Donald Trump Assaulted Me, But He’s Not Alone on My List of Hideous Men

Reads like a bodice-ripper novel, doesn't it? Can't really remember anything of importance except the sexual parts. Fails to report the incident to anyone, ever...at least until she needs to sell her book. Oh, yeah! I'll believe she's telling the troof...NOT!

Actually, she did report the incident to 2 of her friends a couple of days after it happened, and they have said as much.

Of course they did!

I'm not the idiot who said that she didn't tell anyone until she got ready to sell her book, you were. I simply pointed out that she DID tell some people shortly after it happened.

That's what she claims. So easy, decades after the alleged incident occurred.

 

[Ray From Cleveland]

"So now I will tell you what happened:

"The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.

"I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.

"The whole episode lasts no more than three minutes. I do not believe he ejaculates. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door — I don’t recall which door — and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.

"And that was my last hideous man. The Donna Karan coatdress still hangs on the back of my closet door, unworn and unlaundered since that evening.

"And whether it’s my age, the fact that I haven’t met anyone fascinating enough over the past couple of decades to feel 'the sap rising,' as Tom Wolfe put it, or if it’s the blot of the real-estate tycoon, I can’t say. But I have never had sex with anybody ever again."

Donald Trump Assaulted Me, But He’s Not Alone on My List of Hideous Men

Reads like a bodice-ripper novel, doesn't it? Can't really remember anything of importance except the sexual parts. Fails to report the incident to anyone, ever...at least until she needs to sell her book. Oh, yeah! I'll believe she's telling the troof...NOT!

Actually, she did report the incident to 2 of her friends a couple of days after it happened, and they have said as much.

Of course they did!

I'm not the idiot who said that she didn't tell anyone until she got ready to sell her book, you were. I simply pointed out that she DID tell some people shortly after it happened.

And you know that how, because she said so? Two of her ugly girlfriends who also hate Trump and would like to see her book sales soar would not lie for her? Especially when (like the so-called rape) can't be proven?

 

[Ray From Cleveland]

And you continue to look like a compete ass. No witnesses and in your case, no DNA evidence equals no conviction. Reputation and character mean NOTHING in court. It's all about can you prove your claim. Mother Teresa would have to prove her case just as much as Charles Manson would. But hey, keep making a fool of yourself. It is mildly entertaining.

The judge in a criminal trail instructs the jury to use common sense when listening to the testimony of witnesses, victims and in rare cases defendants.

As the man said, "you people keep making fools of yourselves"

And here you are showing yourself to be the fool. If you have no evidence, it doesn't matter what the judge or jury thinks of you personally, you don't get convicted. See in this country you need something called proof to convict anybody. It doesn't matter if you think the defendant is a total asshole, if you have no evidence you can't convict him/her. Now don't you feel stupid?

You are full of shit. There are cases especially with sexual assault where convictions were made based on the victim's testimony.

Perhaps, but you can't show us any. And even if you could find one, it wouldn't be from an allegation 25 years ago.

I get it. IF these women aren't filing charges or suing, they are liars. Do you just hate all women?

No, if women don't immediately alert authorities, go to the hospital to get checked out, not come out with their fantasy until 25 years later are liars.

 

[SAYIT]

"So now I will tell you what happened:

"The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.

"I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.

"The whole episode lasts no more than three minutes. I do not believe he ejaculates. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door — I don’t recall which door — and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.

"And that was my last hideous man. The Donna Karan coatdress still hangs on the back of my closet door, unworn and unlaundered since that evening.

"And whether it’s my age, the fact that I haven’t met anyone fascinating enough over the past couple of decades to feel 'the sap rising,' as Tom Wolfe put it, or if it’s the blot of the real-estate tycoon, I can’t say. But I have never had sex with anybody ever again."

Donald Trump Assaulted Me, But He’s Not Alone on My List of Hideous Men

Reads like a bodice-ripper novel, doesn't it? Can't really remember anything of importance except the sexual parts. Fails to report the incident to anyone, ever...at least until she needs to sell her book. Oh, yeah! I'll believe she's telling the troof...NOT!

Actually, she did report the incident to 2 of her friends a couple of days after it happened, and they have said as much.

Wow ... now there's some rock solid evidence.
As I recall, Professor Blasey Fraud - whose allegation was also a couple of decades old - claimed to have taken a private lie detector test, Did you or anyone ever see the results? She also testified before congress that she had witnesses but they denied having witnessed anything yet there are still MORONS who insist "we must believe the women." Please tell me you are not as STUPID or GULLIBLE or DESPERATE as poor RealDave who has spent days making a raging JACKASS of himself in the matter.

Here is the deal: if "victims" do not file a criminal report or even a civil suit within the legal time limits and have no hard evidence, they need to STFU. No one can defend against political smears intended to excite not-too-brights like RealDave.

 

[SAYIT]

The judge in a criminal trail instructs the jury to use common sense when listening to the testimony of witnesses, victims and in rare cases defendants.

As the man said, "you people keep making fools of yourselves"

And here you are showing yourself to be the fool. If you have no evidence, it doesn't matter what the judge or jury thinks of you personally, you don't get convicted. See in this country you need something called proof to convict anybody. It doesn't matter if you think the defendant is a total asshole, if you have no evidence you can't convict him/her. Now don't you feel stupid?

You are full of shit. There are cases especially with sexual assault where convictions were made based on the victim's testimony.

Perhaps, but you can't show us any. And even if you could find one, it wouldn't be from an allegation 25 years ago.

I get it. IF these women aren't filing charges or suing, they are liars. Do you just hate all women?

No, if women don't immediately alert authorities, go to the hospital to get checked out, not come out with their fantasy until 25 years later are liars.

I find it hard to believe many of those who insist "we must believe the women" years or decades later actually believe the allegations.

No one can be that stupid or gullible.

 

[ABikerSailor]

"So now I will tell you what happened:

"The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.

"I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.

"The whole episode lasts no more than three minutes. I do not believe he ejaculates. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door — I don’t recall which door — and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.

"And that was my last hideous man. The Donna Karan coatdress still hangs on the back of my closet door, unworn and unlaundered since that evening.

"And whether it’s my age, the fact that I haven’t met anyone fascinating enough over the past couple of decades to feel 'the sap rising,' as Tom Wolfe put it, or if it’s the blot of the real-estate tycoon, I can’t say. But I have never had sex with anybody ever again."

Donald Trump Assaulted Me, But He’s Not Alone on My List of Hideous Men

Reads like a bodice-ripper novel, doesn't it? Can't really remember anything of importance except the sexual parts. Fails to report the incident to anyone, ever...at least until she needs to sell her book. Oh, yeah! I'll believe she's telling the troof...NOT!

Actually, she did report the incident to 2 of her friends a couple of days after it happened, and they have said as much.

Wow ... now there's some rock solid evidence.
As I recall, Professor Blasey Fraud - whose allegation was also a couple of decades old - claimed to have taken a private lie detector test, Did you or anyone ever see the results? She also testified before congress that she had witnesses but they denied having witnessed anything yet there are still MORONS who insist "we must believe the women." Please tell me you are not as STUPID or GULLIBLE or DESPERATE as poor RealDave who has spent days making a raging JACKASS of himself in the matter.

Here is the deal: if "victims" do not file a criminal report or even a civil suit within the legal time limits and have no hard evidence, they need to STFU. No one can defend against political smears intended to excite not-too-brights like RealDave.

You know, there were several instances of child abuse that happened to me when I was between 6 and 10, and while I could report them, I've learned to live with it. Did I tell anyone about the incidents? A couple of close friends, but I also made them swear not to tell anyone, because not only was I embarrassed, but I also knew that it would put some secondary family members in jail, and I didn't want to tear the family apart like that. Just because I didn't tell or report it to the police, does that mean it never happened? I've still got some of the scars, and some of the really ugly memories.

 

[RealDave]

The judge in a criminal trail instructs the jury to use common sense when listening to the testimony of witnesses, victims and in rare cases defendants.

As the man said, "you people keep making fools of yourselves"

And here you are showing yourself to be the fool. If you have no evidence, it doesn't matter what the judge or jury thinks of you personally, you don't get convicted. See in this country you need something called proof to convict anybody. It doesn't matter if you think the defendant is a total asshole, if you have no evidence you can't convict him/her. Now don't you feel stupid?

You are full of shit. There are cases especially with sexual assault where convictions were made based on the victim's testimony.

Perhaps, but you can't show us any. And even if you could find one, it wouldn't be from an allegation 25 years ago.

I get it. IF these women aren't filing charges or suing, they are liars. Do you just hate all women?

No, if women don't immediately alert authorities, go to the hospital to get checked out, not come out with their fantasy until 25 years later are liars.

WOW. FUCKING WOW.

Blame the victim is the trait of chickenshit cowardly fucks like you.

Rape all you want & if there are no witnesses, you are good to go. If they don't run to the authorities because well, they are TRAUMATIZED, Fuck them and they can NEVER EVER Tell anyone about it.

That young woman who accused Trump of raping here when she was 14, came forward as an adult & she had to back off because of all the death threats. THIS is what happens & assfuck you are too God damn stupid to get it.

Trump just floods these women with lawyers & lying campaigns to destroy their reputatiopns , And Assfuck you are too stupid to get it.

You are a disgusting women hasting, rapist loving piece of shit.

 

[RealDave]

"So now I will tell you what happened:

"The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.

"I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.

"The whole episode lasts no more than three minutes. I do not believe he ejaculates. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door — I don’t recall which door — and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.

"And that was my last hideous man. The Donna Karan coatdress still hangs on the back of my closet door, unworn and unlaundered since that evening.

"And whether it’s my age, the fact that I haven’t met anyone fascinating enough over the past couple of decades to feel 'the sap rising,' as Tom Wolfe put it, or if it’s the blot of the real-estate tycoon, I can’t say. But I have never had sex with anybody ever again."

Donald Trump Assaulted Me, But He’s Not Alone on My List of Hideous Men

Reads like a bodice-ripper novel, doesn't it? Can't really remember anything of importance except the sexual parts. Fails to report the incident to anyone, ever...at least until she needs to sell her book. Oh, yeah! I'll believe she's telling the troof...NOT!

Actually, she did report the incident to 2 of her friends a couple of days after it happened, and they have said as much.

Wow ... now there's some rock solid evidence.
As I recall, Professor Blasey Fraud - whose allegation was also a couple of decades old - claimed to have taken a private lie detector test, Did you or anyone ever see the results? She also testified before congress that she had witnesses but they denied having witnessed anything yet there are still MORONS who insist "we must believe the women." Please tell me you are not as STUPID or GULLIBLE or DESPERATE as poor RealDave who has spent days making a raging JACKASS of himself in the matter.

Here is the deal: if "victims" do not file a criminal report or even a civil suit within the legal time limits and have no hard evidence, they need to STFU. No one can defend against political smears intended to excite not-too-brights like RealDave.

You know, there were several instances of child abuse that happened to me when I was between 6 and 10, and while I could report them, I've learned to live with it. Did I tell anyone about the incidents? A couple of close friends, but I also made them swear not to tell anyone, because not only was I embarrassed, but I also knew that it would put some secondary family members in jail, and I didn't want to tear the family apart like that. Just because I didn't tell or report it to the police, does that mean it never happened? I've still got some of the scars, and some of the really ugly memories.

Thank you.

 

[RealDave]

"So now I will tell you what happened:

"The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.

"I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.

"The whole episode lasts no more than three minutes. I do not believe he ejaculates. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door — I don’t recall which door — and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.

"And that was my last hideous man. The Donna Karan coatdress still hangs on the back of my closet door, unworn and unlaundered since that evening.

"And whether it’s my age, the fact that I haven’t met anyone fascinating enough over the past couple of decades to feel 'the sap rising,' as Tom Wolfe put it, or if it’s the blot of the real-estate tycoon, I can’t say. But I have never had sex with anybody ever again."

Donald Trump Assaulted Me, But He’s Not Alone on My List of Hideous Men

Reads like a bodice-ripper novel, doesn't it? Can't really remember anything of importance except the sexual parts. Fails to report the incident to anyone, ever...at least until she needs to sell her book. Oh, yeah! I'll believe she's telling the troof...NOT!

Actually, she did report the incident to 2 of her friends a couple of days after it happened, and they have said as much.

Of course they did!

I'm not the idiot who said that she didn't tell anyone until she got ready to sell her book, you were. I simply pointed out that she DID tell some people shortly after it happened.

And you know that how, because she said so? Two of her ugly girlfriends who also hate Trump and would like to see her book sales soar would not lie for her? Especially when (like the so-called rape) can't be proven?

And Trump has nothing to gain by lying about it?