
I’m on vacation but I had to write when I saw the transcript of Stormy Daniels’ testimony from Tuesday, specifically this section:
Daniels described meeting Trump at a golf event in Lake Tahoe, Calif., and being invited to his hotel suite that night.
When she got there, she talked with the reality TV star for a couple of hours, but then to her surprise she emerged from the bathroom to find him wearing a T-shirt and boxers and posing on the bed, Daniels said.
“That’s when I had that moment when I felt like the room spun in full motion. And I felt the blood leave my hands and my feet, almost like if you stand up too fast,” she testified. Trump “stood up between me and the door, not in a threatening manner,” though she said she felt an imbalance of power, particularly with Trump’s security guard outside.
“I think I blacked out,” Daniels said, adding that there were many details she didn’t remember but insisting that she wasn’t drugged or drunk.
“Next thing I know I was on the bed,” she testified. “I was staring at the ceiling. I didn’t know how I got there.”
Having sex with an unconscious woman is not consensual sex. Blocking the door so she couldn’t freely leave is not consensual sex.
And then there was this:
“I told very few people that we had actually had sex because I felt ashamed that I didn’t stop it,” Daniels told the jury.
My heart kind of broke when I read this. I had vaguely kept up with the original story when it broke, and I really liked her take no prisoners mode on social media. But until this week I didn’t know the real details of what happened because the press had sold this story to us with the lede touting the punchline—her spanking him with a magazine with his photo on it.
But the actual story, like the details of the E. Jean Carroll story, are much, much worse. This isn’t some 1970s French sex farce. This is now the grounded story of a serial rapist. Imagine if the electorate writ large had known this in 2016.
Imagine if the electorate had known that TFG isn’t just a socially maladapt, uncouth, boorish ignoramus, like this followers, but an actual sociopath, who knows what might have happened. But in their desire to help elect the novelty who provided easy copy that was TFG, we never learned those details.
I know that 8 years of TFG’s dominating our big and small screens should mean something right now, right? We should all know what a fucking disaster he is, how irritatingly stupid he is, and how physically dangerous he is to everyone around him.
He’s been credibly accused of sexual assault 25 times. A jury has found him guilty of rape. And although Stormy Daniels hasn’t said that she was raped, the details around her story all point to non-consensual sex, i.e., rape. This is sickening. No one like him should be allowed anywhere near the White House. TFG has no filters, no impulse control, and no empathy. He’s willing to physically hurt people who get in his way. And if that person is a woman, he will rape her.
Where is the media on this? This is well beyond tut-tutting that TFG has bad table manners, or no social skills, or says mean things. This is a monster who sets out to deliberately hurt women, to try to destroy their self-worth through an unspeakably violent act against their person.
What are we even doing at this point?
Here’s a song for Stormy:

It would be pretty to think that voters would have rejected Trump in 2016 if all this had been public knowledge. But the truth is that a lot of it was, and just enough voters in the right places voted for him to squeeze him through the Electoral College gate. That’s because he gave them permission — hell, he *encouraged* them — to be their worst selves: awful human beings, lousy Americans. They *loved* that. And so I doubt any of his supporters would have changed their minds. Racism is a helluva drug
It is appalling that he was ever considered a serious candidate, let alone actually a POTUS. No one deserves the treatment Stormy experienced, and for it to be dragged in public is tough, even if it’s necessary for us to learn just what kind of man Trump is in private.