Updated: Oct 27, 2020
Author's Note: September 10, 2020. The following article first appeared in June of 2019. It earned practically zero reads, no feedback, no angry attacks from enraged #MeToo advocates or Twitter trolls.
A similar article on the unjust treatment of Reality Winner, the currently imprisoned veteran who blew the whistle on Russian interference in the 2016 election that put Donald J. Trump in the White House also received only a handful of reads and precious few re-tweets. Nonetheless, my article on the former escort (unproven) and gold digger (obvious) whom half of America's voters chose as First Lady of the United States continues to glean thousands of reads and re-tweets.
What I'm saying here is that we Twitter aficionados aren't very concerned with real issues that impact our lives in real ways, like the deconstruction of a democracy in favour of a dictatorship of the rich under a police state. A Black Swan Event is about to occur in America, and we'll all just let it happen. What we're really interested in are the salacious details of sex lives of the rich and famous, the richer and sleazier the better.
I want to be clear with readers. I'm not a fan of the Trump Gang. I'm even less a fan of the mindless witch hunts that characterize American culture generally and the so-called Resistance's opposition to Trump in particular. We're not talking resistance to Nazi occupation of France here. We're talking about thousands, perhaps millions, of mostly-anonymous social media addicts immersed in their desperate sense of helplessness and collective rage, eager to hang somebody, anybody, from the nearest Twitter branch. It's the American Way.
Reading the following article isn't difficult. Understanding it is. America has some very serious problems, not the least of which is its obsession with the seamier side of life. That Donald J. Trump is a sexual predator isn't really up for debate. There are 25 sex abuse lawsuits pending against the man and more are sure to follow as the country edges closer to a November 3 election. But this lawsuit is a defamation suit, not a charge of rape, although the allegation of rape is reiterated throughout the Claim and detailed in Section V (Factual Allegations). Placed alongside all the other sex abuse charges filed against Donald Trump, this defamation suit filed by E. Jean Carroll is the least deserving of the lot. And the fact that AG Barr thinks the Department of Justice and American taxpayer should rush to the President's defence is beyond acceptable. But it's only the latest perversion of justice. Like I said, America has some serious problems.
E, Jean Carroll has achieved something remarkable. Once again, she has catapulted herself into the limelight by entrapping President Donald J. Trump, AG William Barr, the Justice Department, and the entire American people. Her Claim in the SDNY is no longer a matter of private individuals - those despicable one-percenters and Hollywood celebs who control all the wealth and pay none of the taxes - taking potshots at each other over bad fashion sense and staged infidelities then using the court system to further enrich themselves. Again, this is the American Way. But what's so disturbing about this case is that the litigants have managed to game the system and bamboozle the entire country. The proceedings now read: E. Jean Carroll vs The United States of America.
Here are the pertinent sections from the Introduction to the Claim:
11. When Carroll's account was published Trump lashed out with a series of false and defamatory statements. He denied the rape. But there was more: he also denied ever having met Carroll or even knowing who she was. Through express statements and deliberate implications, he accused Carroll of lying about the rape in order to increase book sales, carry out a political agenda, advance a conspiracy with the Democratic Party, and make money. He also deliberately implied that she had falsely accused other men of rape, For good measure, he insulted her physical appearance.
12. Each of these statements was false. Each of them was defamatory.
13. Trump knew that these statements were false; at a bare minimum, he acted with reckless disregard for their truth or falsity. Trump had recognized Carroll on sight at Bergdorf Goodman. He knew who she was when he raped her [author's note: this is an assumption peripheral to the Claim, not the Claim itself], and he knew who she was in 2019. He certainly knew that she was telling the truth. After he lied about attacking her, he surrounded that central lie with a swarm of related lies in an effort to explain why she would invent an accusation of rape. To do so, he seared her integrity, honesty, and dignity - all in the national press.
14. These lies are familiar to Trump. He had used them before, when other women stated that he had grabbed, groped, or raped them.
15. Trump's defamatory statements injured Carroll. They inflicted emotional pain and suffering, they damaged her reputation, and they caused substantial professional harm.
16. Carroll filed this lawsuit to obtain redress for those injuries and to demonstrate that even a man a powerful as Trump can ge held accountable under the law.
For anyone with the time and inclination to read the full 292 pages, here is a link to the document: https://int.nyt.com/data/documenttools/trump-justice-department-e-jean-carroll/cc7606ac221ce832/full.pdf
Remember that this lawsuit isn't about rape per se, it's about 'lying.' A defamation suit against the Liar-In-Chief? And at the taxpayer's expense? Just when you think the American Soap Opera can't get any more absurd, it does.
And as most E.Jean Carroll supporters haven't actually read the Claim filed in SDNY, most won't understand what it's like to be sexually violated, humiliated, diminished, crushed. I don't think E. Jean Carroll does either. In a previous blog posting, I spoke of what it was like being sexually molested and beaten as a child in a Christian Brothers boys school. Like my article on Reality Winner, it earned practically zero attention. But a frivolous libel suit launched by a low-track gossip columnist who set up a rich celebrity who later became President so that she could glean her next good story and maybe later blackmail him gets celebrated nationwide. Do we really hate Donald J. Trump enough to throw ALL our values to the wind?
My advice to women and men who think they've been raped: go to the police. Don't put that semen-stained dress in a plastic freezer bag for 25 years on the off chance that you'll be able to blackmail your supposed assailant when the opportunity arises.
And my advice to E. Jean Carroll: You'd better be able to produce that dress with a creditable DNA analysis because the defendant in your pending defamation suit is now the United States of America, an entity that has very deep pockets.
And finally, my advice to the American people: There are some serious allegations of sexual abuse pending against Donald J. Trump, not the least of which is the alleged rape of a 13-year-old girl. This is a man with his finger on the nuclear trigger who will do anything to avoid the consequences of a lifetime of crimes. Do you really think that the sketchy details of a lawsuit launched by an attention-grabbing gossip columnist with a dubious reputation merits the attention it's currently getting? In fact, that's exactly what both these narcissistic litigants - who will do anything for attention and money - want.
Don't give it to them.
Here's the original article:
Let’s be honest. Any woman who goes into a Bergdorf Goodman women’s change room with a man who isn’t her lover or husband – and especially THAT man – isn’t to be believed. I’m talking E. Jean Carroll here. You know, the attention-grabbing advice columnist who claims that Donald Trump raped her and whom Donald Trump claims isn’t attractive enough to merit raping.
Now go ahead, social media trolls and #MeToo witch hunters, unleash a shit-storm of abuse on me.
I never thought I’d be advocating for Donald ‘Grab-em-by-the-pussy’ Trump, 45th President of the United States and America’s most despicable cultural icon. But hey, life is unpredictable. And sometimes one needs to stand up for even the worst villains in order to safeguard the rights and freedoms of all citizens in this society that’s so fond of finger-pointing and so casual about the rule of law. Not to mention roughly half the electorate that’s incapable of rational thought.
My son is a criminal defense lawyer in Canada, a nation that has taken in more migrants than any country in the world and whose people don’t think it’s a problem. Canadians take multi-culturalism seriously. Canada is also a country that isn’t wracked by sex scandals amongst the political elite, high-flying business types and wannabe media stars. Marijuana is legal in Canada.
Assault rifles are strictly forbidden. I asked my lawyer son how he can defend those scumbags who beyond any doubt are guilty as charged. His response was simple.
“Dad,” he replied, “My clients know they’re guilty. And I know they’re guilty. But if we don’t ensure they get their full civil rights and equal treatment under the law, then nobody will get their rights under the law. Without criminal defense lawyers, we’d already be living in a police state.”
Proceedings in the Supreme Court of Canada are televised in real time via the internet. I watched as my son’s legal team plead a case to the tribunal of judges. His client had been incarcerated for the last nine years because the police and crown prosecutors withheld key eyewitness testimony attesting to the accused’s innocence. The imprisoned individual had visited a bar, then got into a verbal dispute with another client who subsequently punched him. On leaving the bar later that evening, the assailant was shot dead. Police could not locate the real assassin, so they did the next best thing. They may not have actually lied, but they did withhold the truth without any qualms of conscience.
But let’s get back to E. Jean Carroll and her accusation. Let's see if there's any truth or qualms of conscience here.
In her book, What Do We Need Men For: A Modest Proposal, the showy advice columnist claims that she was 52 on the day she ran into Donald Trump at the department store during the Fall of 1995 or Spring of 1996; she doesn’t quite remember when it was. Carroll agreed to help him pick out lingerie as a gift for an unnamed woman.
Trump would have been married to Marla Maples during that period but it’s a slam dunk that the lingerie wasn’t for her. Most likely it was intended for Melania Knaus, a Slovakian-born model (confirmed) and alleged escort (unconfirmed) living in Manhattan at the time. Melania eventually entered the USA on an ‘Einstein’ visa, posed for soft porn that was widely distributed on the international market, and after marrying Trump became FLOTUS45 in 2016 (see www.francescorizzuto.com/blog/first-lady-of-porn).
According to Carroll, Trump suggested she try the lingerie on, then joked that he should try it on himself. Nothing criminal in that, right? Men flirt. Women flirt. It’s a pas de deux. In an interview with a New York Times reporter featured on the podcast 'The Daily', she recounts her excitement with the idea of enticing him, lingerie in hand, into the women's change room, supposedly in the interest of a good story. Exactly the kind of sage advice she’d have given any one of her women readers.
“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.”
Laughing? Who is raping whom here? Nonetheless, this is vintage Trump. A hot mic recording captured on a studio bus in which Trump and Billy Bush were preparing to film an episode of Access Hollywood left this for posterity: "I just start kissing them ... I don't even wait. And when you're a star, they let you do it, you can do anything ... grab 'em by the pussy." Twenty-two other women have accused Trump of sexual misconduct as of June 2019, but then, that’s a relatively small number given the man’s wealth and the massive number of gold diggers lusting after it.
“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.”
According to another hot mic that picked up a conversation between Vladimir Putin and Angela Merkel, Donald Trump is not ‘large’.
Large or small or whatever, the saga continues:
“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.”
Okay. So, here we have a 52-year-old, supposedly mature woman fleeing a rapist in a Bergdorf’s women’s change room with her tights hugging her ankles (or at least low enough to get an unlubricated penis inside her in record time) and nobody notices, no alarms ring, business goes on as usual. I’ve loitered outside enough women’s change rooms waiting for my wife to try armloads of swimwear, lingerie, and other clothing to know that there’s always a guard monitoring who and what goes into and comes out of these places, if for no other reason than to discourage shoplifters. Donald Trump raping someone isn’t likely to go unnoticed. Not even at Bergdorf’s.
Trump denies having ever met Carroll or knowing who she was; however, Carroll provided a photograph of her and her then-husband with Trump in 1987 at an NBC party where Trump knew her better half. There is no evidence or witness testimony indicating that he actually knew or met Carroll.
Carroll also alleged that, in the mid-1990s, media executive Les Moonves sexually assaulted her in an elevator after she had interviewed him for a story. Moonves denied the allegation. The ‘90’s’ are safely in the past, enough so that anyone can accuse anyone of almost anything without verification, yet still garner sufficient attention to make the lie worthwhile. If I were to suggest, for instance, that my own grandmother was raped in a department story change room by Theodore Roosevelt in 1906, who would believe it? Yeah. Nobody.
This is an accusation of rape that would never hold up in any court of law, anywhere. Yet, it has so-far generated more attention around President Trump on social media than almost any other issue, which is exactly the kind of exposure the Narcissist-in-Chief craves. So, I asked my lawyer son a hypothetical question. If an ordinary Canadian woman were to accuse an ordinary Canadian man of having raped her in a Walmart women's change room in 1995, or maybe it was 96, would it hold up in court in 2019? Would prosecutors even bring a charge?
"No way, Dad."
Could it be that E. Jean Carroll is in the pay of the White House?
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