In Defense Of Bill Clinton’s Leer

Bill Clinton was recently caught leering at Ariana Grande’s tush.

I don’t know anything about this brownish bish, but she has a decent figure, and she’s in her prime nubility years. A reader comes to Bubba’s defense (white-haired knighting?):

I don’t think I ever heard of this young woman before the Clinton leer went global.

A quick look at Google shows she is a top-tier specimen of petite (5’1″), lasciviously appealing womanhood, wearing, of course, extremely revealing clothes.

Ten seconds of the video of one of her hit songs shows that (1) the music is shit, (2) the images are software pornography.

We are supposed be shocked, just shocked, that an adult male notices all this?

Are we supposed to pretend that this talentless, writhing sexpot is, say, a coloratura soprano who is listened to for musical talent? It is to laugh.

The photo below approximates Bill’s view of the show, and his response can be characterized is in the center of the normal range for healthy adult males.

Femcunt man-haters and pussy pedestal polishing white knights labor under the delusion that old men like Bill Clinton lose the part of the brain that finds hot young minxes arousing. Or, they aren’t deluded about this fact of male nature and instead are merely cruel, preferring to shame and ridicule men for having a functioning sex drive past the innocent teenage years when Kavanaugh was a hit with the American sluts at house parties.

Either way, it’s time for these tut-tutting schoolmarms to get off the chodebox. Men dig beauty. Men will always, in all ages and at all ages, desire younger, hotter, tighter women. They may look at their old wives with paternalistic affection, but the white hot-to-flickering embers of their lust burns for the young and bangable. To deny this or, worse, to mock it, is the spite of the bitter sadist who loathes the natural state of maleness.