The devastating comeback that will cripple Trump

There’s nothing in this world Donald Trump hates more than the truth about himself.

So, like all overcompensating, narcissistic, thin-skinned spineless bullies, Trump viciously attacks the women who remind him about the things he’s said and done, from fat-shaming Rosie O’Donnell to belittling Norah O’Donnell.

He especially hates it when he hears it from women, particularly women he finds attractive, because that’s a perceived rejection that hurts his widdle snowflake fee-fee’s. That’s why Trump called the CBS News reporter O'Donnell “disgusting” and more for simply quoting the White House Correspondents' Dinner shooter Cole Allen’s manifesto, even though it never named him.

And why he sneered at Kaitlan Collins for not smiling and verbally abused her in front of the White House press corps, such as it is these days. Trump loves an audience who’ll never challenge him, so putting her down in front of them pumped up his ego while also distracting from the fact that he’s incapable of answering a question.

When he knows he can’t score with a woman, Trump has to put her down to make himself feel like a man. Or he has to push her up against a wall in a Bergdorf’s dressing room, sexually abuse her, and then spend the rest of his life defaming her for telling the truth about him.

But when the truth is delivered from a Black woman, he gets meaner and more threatening. A brief and glaringly obvious history:

Trump went after ABC News reporter Rachel Scott once again on Thursday after she did this audacious thing called Doing A Journalism While Black. In the middle of his manufactured war with Iran and the skyrocketing prices of literally everything, Ms. Scott dared to be the Voice of the People by asking why he’s focusing on vanity projects like the Ballroom and whatever he’s claiming they’re doing to the Reflecting Pool.

It went exactly as you might expect, but he also took it even further by calling Rachel Scott a “b---h.”

We can’t even conceive of Barack Obama or Joe Biden saying that to any woman, let alone a member of the press.

It’s unacceptable that no one spoke up for Rachel Scott in the moment. Trump is just one person. She asked a policy question; he belittled her in front of the entire press line.

Rachel Scott has garnered plenty of support online, but the problem is that it wasn’t in the moment, and Trump doesn’t care about the aftermath. All he cares about is himself and that people are talking about him.

Trump is always outnumbered, so it’s time they stood as one and stood up for each other. The next time he inevitably picks on a member of the press, someone has to take one for the team and ask the same question that set Trump off. And then someone else has to step up and ask it. And keep going until he either gives an answer or storms off like the overgrown toddler he is because you’re not playing by his arbitrary rules and he’s going home.

There’s nothing I’ve ever heard or seen from Trump that’s ever made me feel like I’d be too intimidated by him to speak up. I’m a GenX Jersey Girl who grew up with a father who was basically the truck driver version of Trump, so I’ve had decades of practice of never backing down from an overcompensating bully. I still remember the shocked look on his face the first time I truly defended myself at the age of 16, the “How dare you?” of it all.

That’s when I stopped being scared of my father and started seeing right through him. I had his ticket and his tactics didn’t work on me anymore. I didn’t let him control how I felt about myself anymore. I might only be five feet tall, but I felt enormous that day and every other time I stood up to him until I walked away from him forever.

Every time Trump turns things around on someone else, he’s giving them the same power over him. That’s the moment he shows his (tiny) hand. All he has is his perceived control, so the second that’s challenged, he realizes he hasn’t fooled anyone — and it scares him.

Oh, if I could just somehow score a Press pass. I have almost 11 years of questions for the cowardly, thrice-married, convicted felon Epstein Bestie who bankrupted multiple casinos. Trump has been violating my First Amendment rights since August 2015, which is when he blocked this five-foot-nothing lady on Twitter.

I’d butter Trump up first by saying I had a question about the Ballroom, which he’d immediately hear as flattery. He most likely wouldn’t see me the same way he does the other women in the room, because I’m petite and I have silver hair. Trump is an old-school chauvinist who still assigns women a numerical value based on how attractive he finds them. He’d probably assess me as nonthreatening simply because of how physically giant he is by comparison and ask where I’m from. Instead of “Raw Story,” I’d say “New Jersey,” making everyone laugh. I’d distract him further by telling him exactly where I grew up and how my parents used to stay at the Taj in Atlantic City.

Since I’m a mental giant by comparison (not a high bar, but still), that’s when I’d hit him with the questions no one in the MSM has asked him:

Where are the historical artifacts from the East Wing? Did anyone carefully store and catalog them, or are they sitting in a debris pile on a golf course?

That’s where he’d turn on me with a snide remark like, “You know, you seemed like a very nice person at first, but you’re just like all the other fake news media,” or something.

“That’s not an answer,” I’d reply, and probably get kicked out after that.

But I wouldn’t go quietly. No one should.

Your turn, MSM.