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Lilly Jay becomes ninth woman to accuse Biden of inappropriate touching

You will never get me to defend creepy uncle Joe Biden the pedophile. But this accusations of inappropriate touching are sounding dumber by the day. The ninth victim, Lilly Jay writes that she felt uncomfortable when Biden held her hands. So holding hands isn’t allowed anymore? I”m just trying to follow up with what the crazy communist left deems illegal next. Instead of stupid, useless feminist stories like this, why isn’t there more focus on Biden groping little kids against their will? I find that far more concerning and disgusting then just holding hands with some left wing feminist hag like Lilly Jay.

Lilly Jay becomes ninth woman to accuse Biden of inappropriate touching
Lilly Jay becomes ninth woman to accuse Biden of inappropriate touching

When I entered the East Room to deliver my speech, the crowd stood and clapped as if I were some kind of composite of all the young women and men who had similarly been hurt as college students. How bizarre to be applauded for just carrying on after a traumatic event; I hadn’t been aware there were other options. My remarks called upon college administrations, professors, and students not to rely on survivors to do the hard work of creating necessary change, but rather to take responsibility for their own communities. I introduced Biden as an ally. When he came to the stage, he leaned in and gave me coffee-scented words of encouragement. Then he held my hand and pointed at me as he said something to the crowd.

Holding hands with the vice president felt a little odd—when was the last time I had held hands with anyone? But I didn’t experience it as intrusive or unsettling. I remember later being disappointed that most of the press pictures of me that day captured some degree of physical contact with either the vice president or president. I could have sworn there was a moment I stood on my own. But mostly I tried not to think about my day at the White House at all. It was meant to be my lemonade from lemons, a capstone to an experience I’d sooner forget.