First Black Miss Teen USA Heard Donald Trump Was Racist

The Trump accusers are a motley crew. They make the Cosby accusers look like ancient Greek stoics. Unlike the Fat Albert victims who shared their stories through the years to an unsympathetic audience, the Trump claimants have activated simultaneously in October 2016 like the tripods in War of the Worlds. They’re everywhere. And their audience is beyond accepting of their tales. Almost inviting if you will. In some cases, filling in the blanks with reckless abandon.

It’s impossible to know who’s telling the truth. Anybody who says otherwise is lying. Maybe half the accusations are valid, maybe half are not. They are all being treated equally since they all meet the journalistic standard of grabbing audience and also electing Hillary. Some of the headline stories don’t even make sense. They’re not accusations so much as anecdotes loosely involving Trump with convoluted or non-existent logic trails.

Kamie Crawford was the first black teen to win the Miss Teen Pageant owned by Donald Trump. She claims that before her victory, she was warned about the white devil:

“I was forewarned prior to meeting him that, ‘Mr. Trump doesn’t like black people. So don’t take it the wrong way if he isn’t extremely welcoming towards you. If he is then you just might be the ‘type’ of black he likes.'”

That’s as far as Crawford will explain her comment, other than if you vote for Trump in November, you’ll find out what kind of blacks he doesn’t like. She might be implying that he’s an avowed racist, except in the case of beautiful young black women, because, if you’re going to have racists exceptions, why not that? Who forewarned her? The Forewarners Association? Black Jesus? 

Crawford won the pageant. Had she lost the pageant, Trump would’ve been a different kind of racist. That seems like a trap. Also an excuse for being Trump’s pageant crown winner to get ahead in life and now not wanting to be associated with him. Give back the tiara or shut the fuck up.

Trump’s seventy. None of these charges are the least bit recent. When your kid starts cleaning his room the week before he asks for an Xbox, you might wonder. “Why now suddenly?” seems to be a reasonable question.

One seems like too few accusers. A thousand seems conveniently like too many. Four to five is the sweet spot for a serial molester and utterer of the P-word. Historians will cry about the insidious election of 1836, or the gross Millard Filmore innuendos, but this is the word election ever rated on a scale of who’s in, what’s been said, and the 99% of important shit not even receiving an obligatory platitude. Mark it. Your future great grandkids are laughing at us. Listen to the wind.

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