Rep. Matt Gaetz (R-FL) allegedly took part in Orlando-area house parties where attendees shared drugs like cocaine and ecstasy and where money was sometimes provided for sex, CNN reported early Wednesday.
Sure thing.
No worries.
…IOKIYAR…
We’re just temporary and brought about by the multiple hallucinogens I ingested.
Have Jerry Falwell, Jr., Jimmy Swaggart or Jim Bakker come forward as character witnesses for the embattled congressman yet?
I read an account of how the Beatles carried on at the height of their fame and whoever wrote it said, “Of course there were orgies.” It was absurd and laughable to speculate that for some reason maybe there weren’t, in other words. That’s what we have here. Colin Jost at SNL put it this way: “It’s also being reported that Gaetz may have paid for sex with women he met online. That story has since been confirmed by his whole vibe.”
Gaetz. What a buffoon.
I think the people that disparage those that pay for sex are just mad no one would pay them for sex.
More power to the young ladies.
I’d be bothered if any of them were having sex with Gaetz without demanding significant compensation.
To me, Gaetz personifies the “new” Republicans to a tee. He is independently wealthy, he has no policies or programs to put forth, he has been on FOX news over 100 times spouting completely abominable racist and misogynist rants, he has no actual interest in governing beyond what jobs it leads to after his time in Congress, and he is firmly convinced that none of the so-called values his party is supposed to hold so dear actually apply to him. He is a wolf in wolf’s clothing, and he is not qualified to manage a McDonald’s, much less make life-altering decisions in our government.
One thing I haven’t noticed Matty mentioning/denying is the drugs.
People pay for sex. It’s an age old truth but the age in this case, the lies and cover up, his constant morality play, general stupidly etc. add up to some weird shit. If he were a Canadian politician he’d be dead meat by now.
And if he was Italian he’d be Prime Minister.
Ha ha! So true! Good one!
And if he was French, it wouldn’t even make the newspaper.
There’s not enough money in the universe to compensate for having carnal knowledge of that one.
The things people will do for money and cocaine.
The interesting thing to me is that this isn’t just paying for sex, but paying a whole lotta money for it.
It’s not that expensive to travel to the Bahamas. However, chartering not one, but two private jets in Orlando to fly the ladies over there? That’s expensive. Who paid? Was it all Gaetz’s money, or Greenberg, or someone else? If it was campaign funds, then Gaetz is screwed.
from the article: "…the now 38-year-old congressman behaved like a “frat type of party boy…”
Takes me back more than 50 years. I was a freshman in college. There was a pretty well known game that took place in the frat houses. Junior “boys” in the frats would have contests to see how many could “bed” freshman girls. I was not in the least bit connected with frats or sororities. The only thing I knew about them were they were not in the least bit like I was. I lived off-campus in a house with some older friends I knew. Was able to get out of having to live in a dorm, like freshman girls were required to do. I was never one to follow “rules.”
So, I got a call from this guy. He saw a picture of me in something called a “Freshman Directory,” which evidently made the rounds of campus “frat row” houses. He wanted to take me out for dinner. I said “sure,” because my roomies told me he was on the make. Cocky me (meaning young, brash, and bold), I would show them I could handle myself. So, he picked me up (I waited for him outside a dorm complex), and we went to dinner at the “Top of the Inn,” a pretty classy joint for a kid like me. I remember having a scotch and water, and having cherries jubilee for dessert. He had quite a bit more. Then, he said we should go for after-dinner drinks at the Mariner Club, on the western edge of Lake Mendota. I said ok. We got there, and he was pretty wasted. I was not, as I was not drinking like he was. I said I had to go home, as I worked at 6 the next morning. So we left. After the next day, people were calling me and telling me of his bragging how hot I was was for him, and how easy I was, and was such a slut. Of course, we all knew better, and I contacted him, and said what a piece of crap he was and told him to retract everything. Because, if he did not, I was going to post another picture of myself, the one in my driver’s license, which I just got, as I had just turned sixteen. And I’d call the University chancellor, and the Madison PD. He started to cry. Never heard anything more. In a University of 40,000 students, none of this made a tiny ripple in a big pond.
Good life lesson: Some people are good at dishing crap out. But are hardly ever able to take it. Don’t be like that.