‘Ask E. Jean’: The other Trump doc that they’re making sure you don’t get to see

Heard of the film “Ask E. Jean,” a documentary chronicling the woman who stared down Donald Trump in court, and won?

Of course you haven’t; its producers are actively seeking a distributor, but, alas, no takers, and the streaming services are avoiding it like the plague, because, duh, who runs the streamers?

(Answer: not liberals.)

Meanwhile, the scolds online, when you complain about the hype being accorded “Melania,” the fawning puff piece giving us insight into the First Lady’s struggles to dress herself for the inauguration, accuse you of censorship.

News flash: ah, whatever.

This is getting old.

Censorship isn’t a rando complaining about the Trumps hiring one of the early stars of “Me, Too” to hold the camera and getting the bazillionaires to fight amongst themselves over who gets to overpay for what is, in effect, a home movie.

It’s not even the case here that the Trumps are actively telling the distributors and the streamers to not touch “Ask E. Jean” with a 39 and a ½ foot pole.

They don’t have to; the bazillionaires who control what you get to watch already know to comply in advance.

In other words, don’t waste your time calling Zeus or Visulite or one of the local Regals to encourage them to counterprogram “Melania” with “Ask E. Jean.”

They simply can’t, because they literally can’t get their hands on a copy.

Don’t be upset at the locals, would be my message here.

They’re not going to get rich off the meager turnouts they’ll register from “Melania.”

And anyway, the 79-year-old White women that they’re getting to come out for the afternoon, it’s probably the last movie they’ll ever get to see in a theater before, you know.

Let ‘em enjoy the day and the double-buttered popcorn, is my advice there.

No, it’s not fair that the MAGA audiences get to ooh and ahh at the First Lady’s fashion choices, and we don’t get the behind-the-scenes with E. Jean Carroll dealing with the fallout of not only being sexually assaulted, but then having her attacker tell the world that “she’s not my type.”

But, seriously, don’t call the local theater and call the kid who answers a fascist because life ain’t fair; given how our education system has brought us to this lowly place, it’s almost certain that the kid has no idea what a fascist is.