Ok, so it didn’t go as well as I would have liked. I’m trying to restore the soul of America, for God’s sake. And, I gotta answer questions about sexual harassment. It was the early nineties for Christ’s sake. Try and find one man alive in business or politics who didn’t fondle or inappropriately touch a woman then. I just don’t want my records searched. There’s a lot to unpack there. Let them do it after I’m dead.
The thrill of power. It affects us all. Maybe I did some stuff to some women while I was in a position of power. I’m sure most loved it. A little hand squeeze, shoulder squeeze, a really exceptionally long uncomfortable hug, a pat on the behind, a sniff of the hair, a quiet and lingering invasion of social distance norms, a harmless reach under a skirt….
Power is thrilling. The best thing about the Coronavirus is the amazing power of government. People, who have done nothing wrong, nothing at all, have been forced to stay home – tantamount to being placed under house arrest. By government decree. People walking in parks or leaving their home can be arrested or fined. It’s an incredible amount of power. Governors and local politicians, some who received only a handful or very small amount of votes, have the power to tell their cities, counties or states — which people can work, which businesses can succeed and which can fail. And what people can and cannot do 24 hours a day. You want to garden? Nope. You want to go to the beach? Nope. You want to go to a park? Nope. Ultimate power. Who in the world would not want that power. Freedom blows. Power to control everyone and everything – that’s a thrill. The founding fathers would be proud.
Come on, man.