Post by Alan BakerPost by wulfenitePost by Governor SwillOn Sat, 11 Nov 2017 21:10:59 -0600, Mitchell Holman says...
Roy Moore does not rule out that he may have
dated teen girls when he was in his 30s
So fucking what? Age of consent, dumb ass. Teen STILL means 18 and 19. Age
of consent 30 years ago in Alabama? 16. Today? 16.
I fucked a 17 year old when I was 26... big fucking deal.
I don't hear you screech when WOMEN teachers, who are supposed to be
taking care of our kids, get caught fucking 14 year old boys... do I?
If YOU could have been able to get a young girl interested in you, AT ALL,
let alone at 30, you wouldn't feel the need to show your jealousy here.
I wonder what your views would be if Bill Clinton was charged with
seducing minors.
http://images.tritondigitalcms.com/6616/sites/320/2017/11/15155723/leeann-airplane-pic.jpg
Your DNC abusers will ALL go down, Swillerator!
It's "abuse" to pretend to touch the armoured vest of a reporter?
Is there any sleazy abusive behavior to women you won't make apologies for?
READ:
http://www.kabc.com/2017/11/16/leeann-tweeden-on-senator-al-franken/
Senator Al Franken Kissed and Groped Me Without My Consent, And There’s
Nothing Funny About It
By Leeann Tweeden
In December of 2006, I embarked on my ninth USO Tour to entertain our
troops, my eighth to the Middle East since the 9/11 attacks. My father
served in Vietnam and my then-boyfriend (and now husband, Chris) is a
pilot in the Air Force, so bringing a ‘little piece of home’ to
servicemembers stationed far away from their families was both my
passion and my privilege.
Also on the trip were country music artists Darryl Worley, Mark Wills,
Keni Thomas, and some cheerleaders from the Dallas Cowboys. The
headliner was comedian and now-senator, Al Franken.
Franken had written some skits for the show and brought props and
costumes to go along with them. Like many USO shows before and since,
the skits were full of sexual innuendo geared toward a young, male audience.
As a TV host and sports broadcaster, as well as a model familiar to the
audience from the covers of FHM, Maxim and Playboy, I was only expecting
to emcee and introduce the acts, but Franken said he had written a part
for me that he thought would be funny, and I agreed to play along.
When I saw the script, Franken had written a moment when his character
comes at me for a ‘kiss’. I suspected what he was after, but I figured I
could turn my head at the last minute, or put my hand over his mouth, to
get more laughs from the crowd.
On the day of the show Franken and I were alone backstage going over our
lines one last time. He said to me, “We need to rehearse the kiss.” I
laughed and ignored him. Then he said it again. I said something like,
‘Relax Al, this isn’t SNL…we don’t need to rehearse the kiss.’
He continued to insist, and I was beginning to get uncomfortable.
He repeated that actors really need to rehearse everything and that we
must practice the kiss. I said ‘OK’ so he would stop badgering me. We
did the line leading up to the kiss and then he came at me, put his hand
on the back of my head, mashed his lips against mine and aggressively
stuck his tongue in my mouth.
I immediately pushed him away with both of my hands against his chest
and told him if he ever did that to me again I wouldn’t be so nice about
it the next time.
I walked away. All I could think about was getting to a bathroom as fast
as possible to rinse the taste of him out of my mouth.
I felt disgusted and violated.
Not long after, I performed the skit as written, carefully turning my
head so he couldn’t kiss me on the lips.
No one saw what happened backstage. I didn’t tell the Sergeant Major of
the Army, who was the sponsor of the tour. I didn’t tell our USO rep
what happened.
At the time I didn’t want to cause trouble. We were in the middle of a
war zone, it was the first show of our Holiday tour, I was a
professional, and I could take care of myself. I told a few of the
others on the tour what Franken had done and they knew how I felt about it.
I tried to let it go, but I was angry.
Other than our dialogue on stage, I never had a voluntary conversation
with Al Franken again. I avoided him as much as possible and made sure I
was never alone with him again for the rest of the tour.
Franken repaid me with petty insults, including drawing devil horns on
at least one of the headshots I was autographing for the troops.
But he didn’t stop there.
The tour wrapped and on Christmas Eve we began the 36-hour trip home to
L.A. After 2 weeks of grueling travel and performing I was exhausted.
When our C-17 cargo plane took off from Afghanistan I immediately fell
asleep, even though I was still wearing my flak vest and Kevlar helmet.
It wasn’t until I was back in the US and looking through the CD of
photos we were given by the photographer that I saw this one:
I couldn’t believe it. He groped me, without my consent, while I was asleep.
I felt violated all over again. Embarrassed. Belittled. Humiliated.
How dare anyone grab my breasts like this and think it’s funny?
I told my husband everything that happened and showed him the picture.
I wanted to shout my story to the world with a megaphone to anyone who
would listen, but even as angry as I was, I was worried about the
potential backlash and damage going public might have on my career as a
broadcaster.
But that was then, this is now. I’m no longer afraid.
Today, I am the news anchor on McIntyre in the Morning on KABC Radio in
Los Angeles. My colleagues are some of the most supportive people I’ve
ever worked with in my career. Like everyone in the media, we’ve been
reporting on the Harvey Weinstein sexual misconduct allegations since
they broke, and the flood of similar stories that have come out about
others.
A few weeks ago, we had California Congresswoman Jackie Speier on the
show and she told us her story of being sexually assaulted when she was
a young Congressional aide. She described how a powerful man in the
office where she worked ‘held her face, kissed her and stuck his tongue
in her mouth.’
At that moment, I thought to myself, Al Franken did that exact same
thing to me.
I had locked up those memories of helplessness and violation for a long
time, but they all came rushing back to me and my hands clinched into
fists like it was yesterday.
I’m still angry at what Al Franken did to me.
Every time I hear his voice or see his face, I am angry. I am angry that
I did his stupid skit for the rest of that tour. I am angry that I
didn’t call him out in front of everyone when I had the microphone in my
hand every night after that. I wanted to. But I didn’t want to rock the
boat. I was there to entertain the troops and make sure they forgot
about where they were for a few hours. Someday, I thought to myself, I
would tell my story.
That day is now.
Senator Franken, you wrote the script. But there’s nothing funny about
sexual assault.
You wrote the scene that would include you kissing me and then
relentlessly badgered me into ‘rehearsing’ the kiss with you backstage
when we were alone.
You knew exactly what you were doing. You forcibly kissed me without my
consent, grabbed my breasts while I was sleeping and had someone take a
photo of you doing it, knowing I would see it later, and be ashamed.
While debating whether or not to go public, I even thought to myself, so
much worse has happened to so many others, maybe my story isn’t worth
telling? But my story is worth telling.
Not just because 2017 is not 2006, or because I am much more secure in
my career now than I was then, and not because I’m still angry.
I’m telling my story because there may be others.
I want to have the same effect on them that Congresswoman Jackie Speier
had on me. I want them, and all the other victims of sexual assault, to
be able to speak out immediately, and not keep their stories –and their
anger– locked up inside for years, or decades.
I want the days of silence to be over forever.
Leeann Tweeden is morning news anchor on TalkRadio 790 KABC in Los Angeles