Power Play, It’s Not Just for Hockey

E Jean Carroll accuses Trump of rape

Another case of “I didn’t know I was raped until the check bounced.” I don’t know, or care, who is telling the truth. There is only one fact in the allegation that matters. The event happened in 1995 or 1996, twenty-two or twenty-three years ago. In all likelihood prosecution is barred by the Statute of Limitations.

The “rape” occurred in the dressing room of an upscale department store. Feminists would argue that “rape or sexual assault” is always a crime of violence. I would agree, to the extent that rape, is a projection of power. Violence can be a component of that power, but isn’t always necessary.

I would also agree that consent is an indication that sexual activity is or isn’t voluntary. However, consent can’t be conditional, or nebulous. That’s the problem with “Don’t stop!” That phrase can be both be both a plea or a demand for greater efforts. It all depends on where one places the comma.

The setting for this sexual assault argues against a violent rape. The New York statute of limitations does not apply in cases of forcible rape, otherwise it appears that the limit is eight years.

To buy off on this outcry, one must ignore common sense and the law. Something that isn’t difficult to do if one is a liberal.

There are some who would argue that Ms. Carroll must be believed. After all, what woman would subject herself to such scrutiny? The answer is a liberal. First of all victimhood is a badge of honor. This is the only way for a middle to upper class white woman can overcome her privileged status. Secondly, she becomes an icon for fellow liberals. Her outcry confirms all of their prejudices about wealthy, white, conservatives. The advantages of victimhood far outweigh the obscurity she was in two weeks ago.

Men, take heart. This is not a case of there but for the grace of God go I. Had we been in Bergdorf Goodman in 1995 and run a similar line at Carroll, the results wouldn’t have been the same. Chances are she would have calculated our networth down to the dime in seconds. Then the mace would have come out and we would be on the floor, clawing at our eyes.

Money chases pussy and pussy chases money. The rest of us have to rely on love and beer.