I may have spoken too soon last week when I defended my old friend Harvey Weinstein. It now looks very bad for him, with even Hillary Clinton joining the Greek chorus condemning him. It is not just boorish behaviour towards the fairer sex that he now stands accused of; it is also rape, something that he and his lawyers strenuously deny.
Mind you, I’ve always thought that someone was innocent until proven guilty — but that does not appear to be the case in these hyper-feminist times. And the idea that Bill and Hillary were unaware of Harvey’s shenanigans — not to mention the sleazy bunch that is Hollywood — brings to mind Captain Renault’s reaction to the gambling taking place in Rick’s Café. Everyone took the moolah and turned a blind eye and now the stench of hypocrisy is overwhelming.
George Clooney and brothers Casey and Ben Affleck are now all under the feminist microscope for what they knew about Harvey and, in the case of the Afflecks, for what they themselves may have done to the weaker sex.
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