Locker Room Horror
It’s all coming down.
The Donald’s presidential dreams are crumbling.
When the Republican candidate shrugged off his 2005 remarks about grabbing women “by the p*ssy” as nothing but “locker room talk” during the presidential debate on Sunday night, it should have been shocking.
But it wasn’t.
It’s what we’ve come to expect from Trump. What was more depressing, in a pinch-yourself-because-you-can’t-quite-believe-that-this-is-actually-happening-or-that-it-ever-got-this-far kind of way, is that this is what has become of a presidential debate in 2016. These are the levels being plumbed. New shiny depths of despair. Just when we all thought the well was dry.
A US presidential candidate dismissing misogynistic remarks while appealing to be elected “leader of the free world”. Incredible stuff.
I’m not a fan of The Donald. Then again, I’m not a fan of Hilary Clinton either.
In fact, I’m just downright worried. The choice, if there is one, is who appears to be less bad. Good luck to the Yanks.
You now get a choice between Hilary Clinton (caught on tape during her days as a defence attorney laughing at getting a man that she was sure was guilty of child molestation off, nice!) or The Donald (see above).
The debate on Sunday didn’t lack entertainment. But it lacked class and credibility and integrity. And it’s hard not to believe that, a little bit, we get the politicians that we deserve, that reflect the way our society is heading.
Depressing, isn’t it?