Some commentators this morning seem deeply concerned because, at last night's debate, Donald Trump did not agree to accept the results of an American Presidential election. Who cares? I don't give a damn if Trump accepts one thing or another. I just don't want to see that deranged, shiftless, orange face again. (For Trump to make this notion the focus of the next week's TV discussion indicates that he has no hope left of winning. He's finished.)
Why can't Melania give him some make-up tips? Who uses an orange blusher? Why can't she slip him some of her botox?--anything to keep his features from that constant crawling.
What Trump did say that was outrageous was that his opponent is a "nasty woman." Like many men, I would likely have missed the deeper import of that comment. Fortunately I was sitting with women when he made it, and they got it instantly. It was another of Trump's slightly indirect references to the contemptible odors and tastes that emanate from the female half of our life form (in his view). Trump really dislikes women. They understand, and now they have him targeted.
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