Excerpt of the passage that details Trump's rape of E. Jean Carroll:
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.
Are you guys, especially the bible thumpers, still gonna defend your dear leader? Or is this just another woman who's making things up?
I know I've made it through my whole life without a single accusation of sexual impropriety, nevermind 21 of them, now including rape in a department store dressing room, and I'm sure all of you could probably say the same.
(n word with an a, (I see it's now censored,) that's acceptable, thank you degenerate rappers) that can think for him or herself. There"s more than a couple of us out here.
