But go ahead, this kind of distortion and power games is exactly what got Trump elected in the first place. I'm not even entirely happy about him winning, but as you demonstrate, the alternative might have been worse.
If that's the case then you have far worse issues than your president.
I've found that sort of talk is vanishingly rare. It probably depends on what your particular social circle is like, though.
>Trump: Yeah, that’s her. With the gold. I better use some Tic Tacs just in case I start kissing her. You know, I’m automatically attracted to beautiful — I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything.
>Bush: Whatever you want.
>Trump: Grab ’em by the pussy. You can do anything.
The mental gymnastics required to believe this is ok.
Nope. Do you know what we did in the locker room? Mostly dick helicopters. Locker rooms filled with men are hilariously homoerotic. The only people who brag about how much pussy they get are exclusively losers and sad people with no identity other than "I must seem cool to other men", which is hilarious again, because healthy, well adjusted men see right through that horse shit. Sometimes they have a gaggle of lonely losers who look up to them as if getting pussy would somehow fix their lives that are miserable for entirely different reasons. I once thought the same.
When I was 14. And pathetically sad from all sorts of problems and maladjustments. I got better, though I had to learn some things the hard way and that brought me immense suffering and involved me hurting someone I insisted I cared deeply about.
Dick helicopters are hilarious though and I would vote for a president who made dick helicopters in the locker room.