The Rape Was Consensual

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Camille Cosby went on the offensive this weekend in the defense of her husband, Bill, who has certainly fallen from grace.

In one of the strangest things I've ever heard the longtime wife explained that the drugs and the sex between 50 or so women and her husband was actually consensual.

Come again?

These women who took a drink with the Cos, passed out, woke up with him and them in a state of undress, then felt as if they had been raped or violated...

...were actually in on it?

As Judge Judy says:

If it doesn't make sense, it's not true.

Let's say for a moment that the women did agree to take a drug or two with the pudding dude.

Then they passed out.

Does that mean he could do whatever he wanted?

And now why are these women suddenly changing their stories?

Are any of them getting paid because they had been raped by Bill? (Allegedly).

I get that Camille has been married to him for years and that he afforded her a pretty good living. Although it's harder for me to understand I do also get that sometimes spouses forgive spouses for being unfaithful.

But going to bat for him when, what, 50 women are saying that he drugged them and then raped them when they were passed out?

That's some fierce loyalty there.

What's weird about the entire story is that people just never really wanted to believe that Cosby had been such a vile man.

I think there are still a lot of people out there who hope that it isn't true.

I know he's an old man now.

The courts most likely won't get him as he can't be charged in most of those crimes.

Isn't it time to fade away?

What is she defending anyway?

Does she think there will be another TV series?

The return of Cliff Huxtable?

It's over.

Stick with Bill if you'd like.

But just keep your wild defenses to yourself.

'Cause they're really dumb.



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