If one person thoroughly captures the delusional, narcissistic, and devious nature of the anti-Donald Trump left — which is to say, the average Democrat — it’s E. Jean Carroll.
Carroll, a former “advice” columnist, published a book this week with a title and description that is just way too perfect. Not My Type: One Woman vs. a President has everything. According to the Amazon page, Carroll’s book is a “hilarious, hopeful, revelatory behind the scenes” telling of her alleged encounters with Trump, whom she successfully sued twice since he was elected president in 2016.
“Not My Type” is a reference to the casual way Trump described Carroll’s physical appearance. But the subtitle is really where it’s at. That Carroll views her experience as “One Woman vs. a President” truly reveals the depth of psychosis among people like her.
Carroll’s pursuit was anything but “one woman vs. a president.” She sued Trump after the entire corporate media legitimized her absurd story about being sexually assaulted in a Bergdorf Goodman department store. And it was only after anti-Trump lawyer and renowned slob George Conway advised her in 2019 that it was still possible to take legal action on the 20-year-old allegations that Carroll took Trump to court with a reliably left-wing jury.
Everything along the way was laughable. By Carroll’s telling, she happened upon Trump at the store sometime in the mid-1990s, and the two proceeded to flirt and giggle throughout the establishment before heading toward the fitting rooms with some lingerie.
She alleged in an essay for New York magazine that, inside the fitting room, Trump pressed her against the wall and forced his mouth onto hers, although she said she continued to laugh. At some point, she said he was able to force himself inside her before she could get free and exit the store.
No one else saw it. Not a fellow shopper, fitting room attendant, or sales clerk. It was by Carroll’s account a ghost town in that downtown New York City store.
She even acknowledged the peculiarity of the desolation, writing, “99 percent of the time, you will have an attendant in Bergdorf’s. All I can say is I did not, in this fleeting episode, see an attendant.” As for how the pair ended up in a fitting room with no one witnessing: “And the other odd thing is that a dressing-room door was open. In Bergdorf’s dressing rooms, doors are usually locked until a client wants to try something on.”
Stranger things have happened than finding yourself with a celebrity businessman who gets the rare opportunity to commit a sex crime in public completely unnoticed within an unusually empty big-city high-end department store. Lightning also strikes the same person twice every now and then!
Trump has consistently denied all of Carroll’s allegations. The immediate aftermath of Carroll’s magazine essay was even dumber.
It was remarkable enough to accuse a sitting president of rape and then not want to call it rape. In an interview with The New York Times, she said, “It was an episode. It was an action. It was a fight. It was not a crime. It was, I had a struggle with a guy.” She added in the same interview, “I am not — I have not been raped. Something has not been done to me. I fought. That’s the thing.”
It might have made sense as a coping mechanism or self-empowering act to omit the word “rape” from her characterization of events. But when asked in a separate interview on MSNBC whether she would consider pressing criminal charges against Trump, her answer was still more curious. She unequivocally said no, and when asked why, she said, “I would find it disrespectful to the women who are down on the border who are being raped around the clock down there without any protection … It would just be really disrespectful.”
Carroll was simply saying that she wouldn’t pursue charges against the man she was accusing of rape because she felt bad for illegal immigrants. Understand?
Further minimizing the traumatic event she supposedly went through, Carroll said, “Mine was three minutes, I’m a mature woman. I can handle it. I can keep going. You know, my life has gone on. I’m a happy woman.” Of course, she did go on to sue Trump and in court documents said she was the victim of a rape.
A good time was had by all, and now you can relive it for $21 in Carroll’s new book, in which she apparently also details her courtroom outfits and recounts the “marvelous” list of men she’s “slept with.” This is the average Democrat hero of the Trump era.
