You are so sure about what you KNOW actually happened.
Where did he meet these women, did he drag them into a dark corner, assault them at night in a dark alley, break into their house?
No, they met him at bars and clubs, went with him to some other private place, then at some point, decided they didn’t want to have sex with him, and it became rape.
As much as I dislike and hate forcing oneself on somebody else, if you don’t want to be the target of a crime, don’t go with someone to a location where they can commit the crime.
And when did they decide it was rape, a week later when he wouldn’t see them again, a year later when another person brought up the charge, ten years later when there might be money in the making?
This is why the first prosecutor din’t go to trial. There was no evidence. And there ain’t no evidence now, just a lot of charges and innuendo.
And I do not think Bill Cosby is a great guy and a role model, he was stupid and seeking only his own gratification, but that does not make him a rapist.
Unless you support the idea that looking wrong at someone is rape, then go join the leftists who want to litigate thought crimes so they can make everyone a criminal.
Which post are you referring to? Actually you seem to know all the details according to your post and why are you claiming he picked them all up in bars and that many if not all were not business get togethers?
The DA you mentioned believed him guilty, but these are hard crimes to take to court against a figure as rich and powerful as Cosby without a lot of evidence.
"“I was 19 years old in autumn of 1969. I had flown to Los Angeles from New York to work on a monologue with Godfrey Cambridge. Two women I was staying with were friends of Bill Cosby, and they took me to have lunch with him in his cottage at Universal Studios, where he was shooting The Bill Cosby Show. He was always generous with his food and drinks, though he never drank alcohol. But he always topped my Bloody Mary’s with beer, which he called a ‘redeye.’
“Cosby seemed to take a liking to me, and so I was invited back a few times. I was naturally flattered. I visited the set on my own and he once introduced me to Sidney Poitier as ‘Midget,’ his pet name for me because I was 5’3″.
“One day he asked me to stay after the shooting and work on some material with him. I was even more flattered and thought this would help move my writing career along. In his bungalow he made me a redeye, and I began to tell him about the earthquake Los Angeles had just had and the sound it made. He liked my ideas for an earthquake bit.
“The next thing I remember was coming to on his couch while being undressed.