Back in the early 80’s/late 70’s my boss would walk by my desk (he, a VP, me, his secretary) and say EVERYDAY “My name is Poncho, I live on a Rancho, I make a five dollsr a day. I go to my Lucy, she gives me her p——, and take a my five dollar away...are you happy, are you merry, are you gay?” And on the Dictaphone he asked his sidekick “do you think Merry gives B-—J-—s” Brought it to the President of the co, who said to me “Thats just Harold” The term “sexual harassment” DID NOT EXIST. I could only cite it as “improper business behavior”. That said, do I think Mr. Cain is guilty? No. Not unless there are more than one woman coming forward WITH WITNESSES!!! And believe me I had many. (or its on tape). OK I’m done.
OH
MY
GOSH
See?
What a boor! What a pig!
Way over the line of common deceny!
That’s worse than the pats on the butt that I endured!