You expect lewd and lascivious acts from Donald J. Trump, and you usually get them. When you think that Trump has fallen below the lowest common denominator, out of thin air comes the point you feel cannot be matched, even by Trump himself.
At a weekend campaign rally in October with a few thousand of his cultlike followers, Trump stooped to perhaps his lowest level. Lower even than his crude, crusty talk about grabbing women in their panties, “cause they like you to do it.” Smaller than mocking a reporter with Down Syndrome, lower than whining about John McCain, while McCain laid in state in the Rotunda, lower than separating children from their parents and locking them up in cages, more denigrating than anything he has ever done before this weekend.
Moaning and groaning, Trump simulated an orgasm while mentioning the name of Lisa Page. One wonders where his mind was as he went through this mental masturbation in public. Again, Trump has one-upped former President Barack Obama, who would never in his wildest dream, embarrassed himself in the fashion of Trump.
The fake orgasm was tasteless, crass, and defaming of the reputation of Page, a former FBI attorney, whom Trump claim was out to prevent him from winning the presidency in 2016.
And where is the outrage of the President’s wife? Surely, she does not condone the public display of what the President is like in her bedroom, spare us the sordid details, please.
Notwithstanding, but for the fact, Trump is the President of the United States, Joseph Burrow, Stark’s husband, would be within his rights, in the fashion of former Vice President Aaron Burr, to challenge Trump to a duel at ten paces for defaming his wife in this public way.
What of those evangelicals who a week ago were extolling the Messianic attributes of Trump chosen by God Almighty to lead the most powerful nation in the history of humankind?
A closer reading of the scripture reveals that before the chosen one comes, the one representing the dark side appears, speaking of peace while pushing humanity into chaos. Evangelicals, don’t read the transcript, run the Holy Bible that you profess governs your action, it’s all in there, including the part about being shot in the middle of the street in broad daylight.
How can a lewd, unrepentant, pudenda grabbing, and public orgasmic masturbator be chosen to lead a group of people anywhere, but straight into hell?
God, help us all!
Harold Michael Harvey is the author of Freaknik Lawyer: A Memoir on the Craft of Resistance. He is a Past President of the Gate City Bar Association. He is the recipient of Gate City’s R. E. Thomas Civil Rights Award, which he received for his pro bono representation of Black college students arrested during Freaknik celebrations in the mid to late 1990s. An avid public speaker, contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.