It's a woman's duty to stand by her whore monger.  After all, he's just a man.

Yes, he spent a significant portion of his daughter's college money on whores, some of them not much older than his eldest- but that's alright.  He's done more good than bad.

Yes, he transported whores across state lines for his own carnal pleasure, violating the laws of the very state he represents as the Head of Government.  But I stand by my man.  It's alright.  After all, what would Jesus do?

Yes, it's true, after he put his little weenie in a whole number of disgusting whores, he came home and put that same weenie in me.  Without telling me.  But that's okay, because he's my man, and I stand by him.  After all, he stood up for the little guy, he's done more good than bad, Jesus would forgive him, and he's got money and power.

Yes, he made me stand next to him in public, wearing a great big, shit eating grin.  I literally stood by him while he confessed what he's been doing.  I wore a smart, yellow suit and smiled like a goddam fool.   But what else can I do?   He's my man, and I want some of his money, limelight and power.  So I stand by him.  It's also a good example for our three teenage daughters to see.  You know, me condoning his whoring and sharing in his public bafoonery.  They need to learn how to stand by their men, too.  Someday, someday they'll have -their own whore mongers to stand by.

And their daughters after them.