On The Daily Show last night, Trevor Noah introduced us to some vintage clips of Donald Trump being downright lecherous. This is all in the context of the major story about former Miss Universe Alicia Machado, who has come out forcefully for Hillary Clinton and told her story about being bullied and told to lose weight after her victory in the pageant owned by Trump.
In response to her accusations, Trump and several other portly, bloated Republicans (Newt Gingrich!) have criticized her prior weight gain and doubled down, which is probably their favorite sandwich at KFC and also a surefire way to win over lady-votes!
Not content to let sleeping fat-shaming lie, Trevor Noah went into the archives and found some old Trump media appearances that show how fixated he is on women’s looks, including teenage ones.
It includes this chestnut:
“I had a case, it’s very interesting, a beautiful girl who was seventeen or eigheen, and applied to be a waitress. So beautiful, she’s like a world-class beauty… My people came, they said, ‘Mr. Trump, she has no experience.’ So I interviewed her anyway because she was so pretty. And I said, ‘Let me ask you — do you have any experience?’ She goes, ‘No sir.’ I said, ‘When can you start?’”OMG! High-larious! Not content to let the Donald’s piercing wit in this instance stand alone, Noah then moved on to a discussion Trump had with Don Imus of one of the statutory rape cases where a female teacher was arrested for sleeping with an underage male student. Quoth the Donald:“Not bad? Yeah, I’d say so…“I know a lot of guys who are trying to date her right now. So do you think this 14-year-old kid is scarred forever? He might have put the moves on her. It might have given him confidence, actually.” Look, these comments are all garden-variety dickitude (yes, I just made up that word). They’re not diabolical, but they’re neanderthal male clichés, immature and not exactly presidential. The evidence that the GOP nominee is creepy, gross and shows poor judgement and misogyny at best is at this point so overwhelming that it’s hard not to imagine Trump and his cronies in a cartoonish villain’s lair, shoving giant turkey legs down their throats, drinking from goblets and cackling as they leer at the serving wenches with the mead. Which would be a funny imagine, again, if he didn’t actually have a chance of winning.