So, Tara Reade went to Time’s Up about these allegations in January and was told that they couldn’t take the case on account of it would jeopardize their standing as a nonprofit to bring a case against someone running for president. Coincidentally, I’m sure, the Biden campaign has poured over $800,000 into the coffers of SKD Knickerbocker, the parent organization that runs Time’s Up, in that same exact time frame. Huh, coincidences sure are interesting, aren’t they?
She brought this up last year in support of Lucy Flores and was attacked and doxxed by Biden supporters subsequently. Gosh, no reason to back off from pursuing it, right?
And, for the record, I’m now 61 years old but if, at any time, I’d discovered that Jack Hotchkiss, a man who used to live across the street from us, was running for high office or was being considered for a SCOTUS post you betcha ass I’d be out there disclosing that the fucker molested me when I was seven. Something I didn’t disclose at the time because, well, I was seven and didn’t really know what the fuck all THAT was about aside from the fact that I really didn’t like it and didn’t disclose it later because, well, what point would there be? It happened, it sucked and I went on with my life. But if I saw that shitbird on the tv grinning and gesticulating and asking people to vote for him you can wager your last thin dime that I’d be freaked out enough to get right on it letting people know they were being asked to vote for a pedophile who thought that showing his erect dick to little girls, shoving his hands down their pants and who did that in front of his four year old son–and who likely did the same things to my little sister too, who spent a lot of time at his house since she used to play with his kid. Because sometimes shit gets buried in your head and you get on with your life and it takes something out of the ordinary, like seeing your rapist on tv every fucking day and thinking about what it would be like if that rapist was the fucking president, to get the shambling zombie memory to come blasting out of the dirt and into the light of day.
And those of you who doubt her and how all this works are no doubt fucking lucky because it’s never happened to you. Isn’t that NICE for you, but don’t think for one fucking moment that you’re qualified to speak on the subject.
Oh, and my first husband’s father was a Russian immigrant and I thought he was a pretty good guy, still do. Loved Babushka’s kulich and piroshki, thought the whole family were nice people. I like my across the street neighbors too, also Russians who don’t speak a word of English beyond “hi” and “thank you.” Since I have such favorable views of these Russian people it obviously must be concluded that I’ve never been molested or sexually assaulted because having warm feelings toward Russia and/or Russians simply cancels out any and all sexual traumas, is that how it works? Shame on the lot of you.
