The whole "I was nearly in a helicopter crash with Willie Brown" story is Donald Trump's attempt to cement in people's minds his accusation that Kamala Harris "slept her way to the top." It's a common, viciously sexist method of attacking a woman in politics. One is torn between extreme anger at Trump's attempt at character assassination, and utter boredom at its predictability. Well, really, one doesn't have to choose. The reactions are not mutually exclusive.
As if an ambitious woman could have only one reason to have a relationship with a man. As if said woman, no matter how intelligent and hard working, had only one route to the top. (Boredom is winning the battle being fought in my brain.)
And yet the accusation has taken root in the minds of some men, and probably a few women. But only, I think, in the minds of people who want to believe it; that is, people who are Kamala Harris's political enemies.
The thing that really makes me angry is that the accuser is one of the worst people in America. And that the accusation is amplified by other very bad people. And that the people who believe the accusation believe, at this late date, that one character flaw, if it were true, would outweigh Trump's endless list of character flaws if placed on a balance.
