Just words…  Our long national nightmare is almost over. In a few days, those of us who have survived this zombie apocalypse will go to our polling places and vote.  It has been such a toxic race that I suspect in some voting precincts tumble weeds will blow through and witness protection programs will relocate their safe houses there. It has become a “my groper is better than her groper husband” race.   In the 1990s, Bill Clinton made it so that newspapers and television commentators openly talked about a sexual act that a decade earlier would have caused mothers across America to wash their children’s mouths out with soap. If this election went a few weeks longs I am pretty sure the ghost of George Carlin would not have any of his seven words left thanks to Donald J. Trump.   Our possible Cheetos-dusted, would-be, strong man says he has taken off the gloves as he goes to war against not only Hillary Clinton and the Democrats, but many Republicans as well. To tell you the truth, it never dawned at me that he was wearing gloves or shackles, let alone pants, during his 3 a.m. insane Twitter rants. The only reason a 70- year-old man should be up in the middle of the night is because he has a prostrate big enough to park a bus in. In this case, it appears to be the bang bus Billy Bush and him were cruising around in.   He has justified it as just locker room talk, but why do I suspect in such a locker room you are going to find Bill Cosby offering you a sports drink, Stanford swimmer Brock Turner snapping towels, Jared Fogel from Subway offering kids candy, and Roger “Jabba the Hut” Ailes asking blonde ice queens to twirl for him. It is not a locker room I have ever been a part of, and if I would have ever accidentily walked into such a place, I would have asked to be fumigated on the way out because I am pretty sure there are bugs and creepy crawlies in there that would make the bubonic plague look like the sniffles.   Men and women are often crude in private. I know I have been. But what was said by Donald Trump was not crudity. It was assault. While the Donald assures us it was “just words” and, if we ignore the dozens of women who have now come forward to tell their stories of the Donald’s little hands groping them, they are.   They were just words his first wife, Ivana, claiming in their divorce that he raped her during their marriage.    Just words when Trump’s lawyer dismissed the allegation by saying that no such rape occurred because at that time in New York state it was legally impossible for a husband to rape his wife.  Just words when he got on the Howard Stern Show repeatedly to talk about women in a vile and disgusting manner.  Just words when he called a beauty contestant fat, “Miss Housekeeping,” “Miss Piggy,” and frequently tried to humiliate her publicly in front of television cameras and reporters. Maybe it was just words that dozens of young women and underage girls spoke about him barging into their dressing room while they were half dressed and often not even that. Just words when he said to a fourteen year old that in a couple of years she will be old enough for him to date. Just words when Donald Trump called Rosie O’Donnell a “fat pig” and a reporter, Megyn Kelly, “a bimbo” for asking a tough question. Implying that the only reason she would do such a thing was she had “blood coming out her whatever.” Because we all know that when a woman has “blood coming out her whatever” she is irrational and that has to be the only reason she would dare ask him such a question.  Just words when he said it was hard for flat chested women to be beautiful.   Just words that Donald Trump scribbled on a piece of paper on his reality show The Celebrity Apprentice, calling Oscar-winning deaf actress Marlee Matlin “retarded” and then mimicking her speaking ability over a hot mic.   Just words when he was reported to have made sexually unwanted comments to Matlin, actress Lisa Rinni, and other women on the show so often that “it appeared to be just who he was.”   Just words when he told America to “just look at that face” of the sole woman on stage, Carly Fiorina, during a Republican debate.   Just words when he dismissed a groping allegation by saying “look at her,” letting his audience know that he would never sexually assault someone so ugly.   Just words… He seems to be doing a pretty good job hanging himself by his own tongue.   They are just words until you have walked a classmate in tears home because a teacher old enough to be her father or maybe even grandfather put his hands on her bottom after cheerleading practice in high school.   Just words until you look into the eyes of someone you care about and realize that she will never recover from her father repeatedly molesting her decades ago.   Just words until you sit at a kitchen table listening to your grandmother talk about the horrible, degrading things she had to put up with because she was a woman working in a man’s world.   Just words until you hold someone as she recounts that night that shattered her soul, the ripped dress, and the stink of alcohol in the air.   Just words until you are the one having a flashback as some orange blowhard says, “I grab them by the…”   Just words. They are never just words. It is men behaving badly. If you are in a room with three or more women, I guarantee you at least one of them has a story that would break your heart to retell.   The defense of “Bill did it first” doesn’t work. It is elementary school playground logic. Hillary Clinton was also a victim.  Her husband behaved badly, maybe even criminally. Like many women, she had to make that hard choice about what to do when everything you have built comes crumbling down around you because the idiot you are with cannot keep it in his pants.   Have you noticed how Hillary is vilified, while Bill, in a recent survey, is the second most beloved person in the world after our current president.  He still thrills large crowds. Even Monica Lewinsky holds more anger towards Hillary than she does our former Lecher and Chief. That says a lot about our society and how we view women.   We talk about how we need to be having this conversation between blacks and whites, but we also need to start listening to women and their stories. It is not about making America great again, but about making America what it should have been all the time. 
Just words…  Our long national nightmare is almost over. In a few days, those of us who have survived this zombie apocalypse will go to our polling places and vote.  It has been such a toxic race that I suspect in some voting precincts tumble weeds will blow through and witness protection programs will relocate their safe houses there. It has become a “my groper is better than her groper husband” race.   In the 1990s, Bill Clinton made it so that newspapers and television commentators openly talked about a sexual act that a decade earlier would have caused mothers across America to wash their children’s mouths out with soap. If this election went a few weeks longs I am pretty sure the ghost of George Carlin would not have any of his seven words left thanks to Donald J. Trump.   Our possible Cheetos-dusted, would-be, strong man says he has taken off the gloves as he goes to war against not only Hillary Clinton and the Democrats, but many Republicans as well. To tell you the truth, it never dawned at me that he was wearing gloves or shackles, let alone pants, during his 3 a.m. insane Twitter rants. The only reason a 70-year-old man should be up in the middle of the night is because he has a prostrate big enough to park a bus in. In this case, it appears to be the bang bus Billy Bush and him were cruising around in.   He has justified it as just locker room talk, but why do I suspect in such a locker room you are going to find Bill Cosby offering you a sports drink, Stanford swimmer Brock Turner snapping towels, Jared Fogel from Subway offering kids candy, and Roger “Jabba the Hut” Ailes asking blonde ice queens to twirl for him. It is not a locker room I have ever been a part of, and if I would have ever accidentily walked into such a place, I would have asked to be fumigated on the way out because I am pretty sure there are bugs and creepy crawlies in there that would make the bubonic plague look like the sniffles.   Men and women are often crude in private. I know I have been. But what was said by Donald Trump was not crudity. It was assault. While the Donald assures us it was “just words” and, if we ignore the dozens of women who have now come forward to tell their stories of the Donald’s little hands groping them, they are.   They were just words his first wife, Ivana, claiming in their divorce that he raped her during their marriage.    Just words when Trump’s lawyer dismissed the allegation by saying that no such rape occurred because at that time in New York state it was legally impossible for a husband to rape his wife.  Just words when he got on the Howard Stern Show repeatedly to talk about women in a vile and disgusting manner.  Just words when he called a beauty contestant fat, “Miss Housekeeping,” “Miss Piggy,” and frequently tried to humiliate her publicly in front of television cameras and reporters. Maybe it was just words that dozens of young women and underage girls spoke about him barging into their dressing room while they were half dressed and often not even that. Just words when he said to a fourteen year old that in a couple of years she will be old enough for him to date. Just words when Donald Trump called Rosie O’Donnell a “fat pig” and a reporter, Megyn Kelly, “a bimbo” for asking a tough question. Implying that the only reason she would do such a thing was she had “blood coming out her whatever.” Because we all know that when a woman has “blood coming out her whatever” she is irrational and that has to be the only reason she would dare ask him such a question.  Just words when he said it was hard for flat chested women to be beautiful.   Just words that Donald Trump scribbled on a piece of paper on his reality show The Celebrity Apprentice, calling Oscar-winning deaf actress Marlee Matlin “retarded” and then mimicking her speaking ability over a hot mic.   Just words when he was reported to have made sexually unwanted comments to Matlin, actress Lisa Rinni, and other women on the show so often that “it appeared to be just who he was.”   Just words when he told America to “just look at that face” of the sole woman on stage, Carly Fiorina, during a Republican debate.   Just words when he dismissed a groping allegation by saying “look at her,” letting his audience know that he would never sexually assault someone so ugly.   Just words… He seems to be doing a pretty good job hanging himself by his own tongue.   They are just words until you have walked a classmate in tears home because a teacher old enough to be her father or maybe even grandfather put his hands on her bottom after cheerleading practice in high school.   Just words until you look into the eyes of someone you care about and realize that she will never recover from her father repeatedly molesting her decades ago.   Just words until you sit at a kitchen table listening to your grandmother talk about the horrible, degrading things she had to put up with because she was a woman working in a man’s world.   Just words until you hold someone as she recounts that night that shattered her soul, the ripped dress, and the stink of alcohol in the air.   Just words until you are the one having a flashback as some orange blowhard says, “I grab them by the…”   Just words. They are never just words. It is men behaving badly. If you are in a room with three or more women, I guarantee you at least one of them has a story that would break your heart to retell.   The defense of “Bill did it first” doesn’t work. It is elementary school playground logic. Hillary Clinton was also a victim.  Her husband behaved badly, maybe even criminally. Like many women, she had to make that hard choice about what to do when everything you have built comes crumbling down around you because the idiot you are with cannot keep it in his pants.   Have you noticed how Hillary is vilified, while Bill, in a recent survey, is the second most beloved person in the world after our current president.  He still thrills large crowds. Even Monica Lewinsky holds more anger towards Hillary than she does our former Lecher and Chief. That says a lot about our society and how we view women.   We talk about how we need to be having this conversation between blacks and whites, but we also need to start listening to women and their stories. It is not about making America great again, but about making America what it should have been all the time.