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Not the Best Birthday Present

It's early. Very early.
On Friday, tapes came to light in which the Republican nominee for President of the United States, Donald Trump, describes a penchant for SERIAL SEXUAL ASSAULT.
To be unequivocal: Grabbing women's genitals is assault.
Forcing kisses on women because one can't "control" oneself isn't boyhood precociousness, it's assault.
Insisting that one's celebrity is a de facto blanket consent to sexual assault is the mark of a predator.
After an earlier de rigeur Trump non-apology, the candidate issued a campaign-mandated, teleprompter-scripted mea culpa during which his barely contained rage could literally be seen swirling beneath his blotchy complexion.
Mental health professionals have likely been busy glancing over copies of the Hare Psychopathy Checklist.
This is not ONLY an egomaniacal narcissist. This is not ONLY a pathological liar. This is not ONLY a fraud, and a con man. This is not ONLY a person with a delusional sense of self importance. This is not ONLY a glib manipulator.
Much has been made of the failings of Hillary Clinton (and her husband). Granted. However, at what point does a person consider that Donald Trump may be actually... clinically... psychopathic?
For real. We're four weeks away from 40%... FORTY PERCENT... of the country voting for a psychopathic, serial sexual offender... mostly because Hillary is a fairly pedestrian politician.
Oxymoronically it's also late. Too late for the GOP to make a change.
Happy Birthday to me?

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