The victory of Donald Trump gave Democrats one generation-defining gift: the opportunity to cleanse themselves of the corruption and crime of the Clintons and focus on forming a newer and more diverse generation of rising stars. But instead of facing the reality that Hillary Clinton was the only Democrat in the country capable of losing to Trump, Democrats spent three years trying to absolve her of blame with the Russia collusion farce, only to celebrate both Hillary and Bill as keynote speakers at the Democratic National Convention.
On the basis of the multiple sexual harassment and assault allegations against Bill Clinton alone, feting the Clintons in 2016 was egregious enough. But after Hillary’s loss and a trail of pink pussy hats on pissy women, we finally got the avalanche of allegations toppling the careers of Clinton (and Trump) associated sexual predators. The #MeToo movement reestablished a standard that not only reinforced that rape claims like that of Juanita Broaddrick, which surpassed the preponderance of evidence, ought to be punished in the court of public opinion, but also that workplace abuses of power, such as those against Monica Lewinsky, weren’t merely dismissed as consensual affairs.
Or at least, it was supposed to.
But rather than casting Bill Clinton and his Lady Macbeth into obscurity, they’re slated to make their return to national celebration, and not one word of concern has been expressed by the Democratic elite that the former president has now been directly implicated in the Jeffrey Epstein sex trafficking ring.
Both Trump and Clinton had long been known to fraternize with Epstein in public. Neither faced any real allegation of either knowing of or participating in his sex crimes. That is, until the arrest of Ghislaine Maxwell. A document dump of Epstein survivor Virginia Roberts’s 2015 testimony against Maxwell in her civil case against the accused predator showed Roberts claiming that Clinton did in fact go to Epstein’s private island, accompanied by “two young girls” from New York. Epstein’s private island is where Roberts and other survivors claim his orgies regularly occurred, and Roberts also claimed that Epstein said that Clinton owed him “favors.”
And now the Daily Mail has obtained a series of photos depicting Clinton getting a (fully clothed) massage from one of Epstein’s victims, who does not allege wrongdoing on Clinton’s part. But what the photos do establish is that Clinton clearly knew, just as Roberts alleged, that Epstein was inexplicably followed by a retinue of young, attractive women.
Does this meet the preponderance of evidence that Clinton participated in Epstein’s sex trafficking ring? Not quite. Does this meet the preponderance of evidence that Clinton knew about it? Almost. But given the already damningly credible allegations levied against him, does it even matter?
Consider, since 1999, we have known that Broaddrick alleged that the then-Arkansas attorney general raped her in a hotel room under the guise of a meeting. Her story is corroborated not just by multiple friends who claimed that Broaddrick told them of the rape at the time, but also one who saw forensic evidence, namely her lip left puffy and blue from Clinton’s well-established penchant for biting the lips of his sex partners.
The Broaddrick allegation alone is enough to declare Clinton unfit for national celebrity, let alone civil society. Tack on Paula Jones, Leslie Millwee, Kathleen Willey, Lewinsky, and however many other victims may have been petrified into taking their stories to the grave, and Clinton should probably rot in prison, not be lionized by a Democratic Party that can’t seem to quit him.
Permitting Clinton to reside in public life quietly because of hopes of a Madam President is gross enough, but our supposed sexual assault reckoning was a whole thing after Hillary’s White House dreams died. There is absolutely no excuse for Bill Clinton to speak at the DNC, and anyone making excuses for it is simply admitting that they don’t care about rape.
