Eighty-Three Million Clams

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The verdict was swift.

The jury took about three hours to return to the courtroom and break the news that a Florida man, who was convicted of sexual assault, was also extremely culpable in the defamation of his victim.

E.Jean Carroll will now get in line to try and get paid the $83 million dollars that he now owes her. 

Of course, the courts have a hammer and he can’t just decide not to pay this time.

Karma!

In 1988, I worked for a Brooklyn-based company. I listened to the glee in the owner’s voice as he gathered all of us and told us the great news:

“We are going to pour a lot of concrete for Trump!”

It wasn’t a large company - most of the employees were part of the family. I wasn’t a family member, per se, but they were very good to me because my name happened to end in a vowel.

Eight months later, the owner gathered us again and mentioned:

“His name is never to be mentioned in my presence. If someone says his name, you’ll be fired!”

He wasn’t kidding. 

The company wasn’t paid for the work.

It took another year.

A lawsuit that was eventually settled for pennies on the dollar.

The owner of my company had to settle for 30% of the contract to keep the doors open.

They had to settle because Trump promised to continue to sue them.

Horrible.

The stories are out there…

…he did it to hundreds of companies.

It would be a great comeuppance, but there is already a social media post as the so-called ‘billionaire’ begged for his cult members to pay off his fine because the justice system cheated him…

…and he needs your money to ‘Make America Great Again.’

After all, what else is there?

Simply write a check to help the perpetual victim, the sexual predator, get beyond this ‘witch hunt’ so he can somehow make your life better.

Absurd.

Cant wait for the next guilty verdict.

😂 😂 😂 

And there are still people who will walk into a voting booth and pull the lever beside his name.

Gross.

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