The most salacious Trump accusation is perhaps the most ridiculous. Here is the headline and here are thoughts from a thinking person as opposed to a . . .

 <<<  “There was a table in front of the couch, and there were people standing, people sitting. People are sitting on the arms of the couch,” she said  . . . and she let him fool around for 30 freaking seconds !!!!

The most salacious Trump accusation is perhaps the most ridiculous.  Here is the headline and here are thoughts from a thinking person as opposed to a gullible voter who wants to believe there really is a moral high ground in politics. 

Woman says Trump reached under her skirt and groped her in early 1990s 

The accuser was at ". . .   'a girls’ brunch' at the Great Jones Cafe in Manhattan."  She is sitting on a red velvet couch,  with several (at least two) other female friends.  Apparently,  Trump came up to her,  sat down on the couch in the middle of all these women  -  total strangers to him,  btw  -  and immediately ran his hand under her mini-skirt and up to her panties.  That is what she is telling folks,  today.  Again,  Trump, a well known celebrity but a complete stranger,  came up,  out of the blue,  sat down in the middle of these women, and started doing a finger dance on her panties  . . . . . .   worse yet,  the episode took 30 seconds, only 30 seconds   . . . . .  but it did take 30 seconds.  He is playing with her vagina (as she puts it)  for upwards of 1/2 a minute.  Or,  did it take the whole 30 seconds to go from her knee to the vagina?  Or,  did he sit down and immediately went to the panties,  where he played for 30 seconds?   

The post gives this record:   "The episode, as Anderson [the accuser's last name] described it, lasted no more than 30 seconds. Anderson said she and her companions were “very grossed out and weirded out.  . . . .    Okay, Donald is gross. We all know he’s gross. Let’s just move on.”

The post gives this record:   "The episode, as Anderson [the accuser's last name] described it, lasted no more than 30 seconds. Anderson said she and her companions were “very grossed out and weirded out.  . . . .    Okay, Donald is gross. We all know he’s gross. Let’s just move on.”

Wow.  So he sits down,  and then  . . . . .   and then?  And then he looks at her,  or was he looking away,  pretending he didn't see her?  I assume he had to start with her exposed knee.  So he puts his hand on her knee (how the hell did he get past her knee?)  and slowly goes for the vagina (or did he ram his hand up to the targeted area of the fore-mentioned crotch area?)  where he remains for close to half a minute before she pushes his hand away  . . . . .   he plays with her,   while people on the couch are watching, for half a minute,  is rejected,  gets up and casually (I assume)  walks away  . . . .    and she and her friends are horrified and immediately lodge a complaint with the night club owner and the police? 

Ahhhhh  . . . .   nope. 

No complaint.  No cops.  No night club owner.  Just three bimbos,  shrugging their shoulders,  and saying to each other,  "We are so grossed out right now.  But, hey,  that's Donald for ya;  let's just move on."

Take this idiotic scenario and duplicate it in real life.   Get back to me as to how fast you get your face slapped into next year,  Try this in real life, and lets see if anyone shrugs their shoulders and dismisses the incident as "oh,  that's just the way men are."    Sit down,  next to some hot looking babe,  and see if you get past her knee. 

Are we all that stupid?  Case closed. 
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Addendum:  The Post story gets even more ridiculous:

From the Post: 
After nearly a quarter-century, there are details that Anderson struggled to recall.
The place was packed.
“There was a table in front of the couch, and there were people standing, people sitting. People are sitting on the arms of the couch,” she said.
She cannot name the people who were with her at the club but says it is likely they were co-workers from the restaurant where she was a hostess and with whom she long ago lost touch.
She believed her encounter with Trump had been at China Club but could not say for sure that it was not another Manhattan nightspot.
What she does remember vividly is the tufted red couch. As she pondered whether to share her story publicly, she Googled old photos of the club and found an image of a room crowded with the kind of couch she remembered.