Anybody who is surprised and indignant today because Donald Trump was caught on tape talking about grabbing somebody’s pussy is a queen-size fool.

What did y’all think? That he was blustery and offensive in public but polite and respectful in private? That he was just saying that crude stuff about women to giant audiences to get a rise out of them? That it was just for fun? For entertainment?

This shit is real, folks. Donald Trump doesn’t even remotely consider women as equal. Oh, he’s got a bit of exceptionalism going with his very smart and apparently very attractive (to him) daughter, Ivanka. She might be considered his equal. But she’s clearly, in his view, an exceptional person, not like other women. Not like us.

We’re either pussy or we’re not. Very simple dichotomy for Mr. Trump. Worth grabbing or not worth grabbing.

His sexism isn’t just a foible, an unpleasant artifact of his generation, a function of his (newly found) conservatism. It isn’t something he thinks about, nothing that he ponders; he doesn’t consider the pros and cons of the notion of women being equal. They just aren’t equal in his view and they never will be. His extreme sexism might not be genetic but, at this point, it’s written into every cell in his body.

The guy has no use for women except for the parts he can grab.

It’s unbelievable, I guess. Which is why people seem to be flapping their arms in alarm and disbelief. Oh my God! He was talking about pussy with Billy Bush on a bus! What astonishing news!

Ah, maybe. But here’s news we should all remember, especially the darling Mr. Trump.

Pussy votes.