Rosenberg, who covers the housing beat for the Times, confirmed with Crosscut that he sent the messages but that âthey werenât werenât supposed to go to her.â
Enjoy bartending. On second thought, donât.
That photo of him is âhilarious.â
Maybe âDriving Schoolâ instructor. Maybe.
Glad the female reporter spoke right up!!
Looks like the Seattle Times will need a reporter for the housing beat.
He can give up the â Just For Men â now âŚ
Just think of all the money he can save âŚ
heâs gonna need it â
But theyâve gained a reporter for the homeless beat, if theyâre interested.
Yes, I would say the line about his bodily fluids on her face might be just a tad inappropriate.
And Iâll believe he sent them to her by mistake as soon as I believe Donald Trump will replace Chris Evans in the role of âCaptain Americaâ.
And itâs not just that nobody can afford to hire a harasser. Thereâs also the fact that the jobs are drying up. Which raises the question DUDE ARE YOU NUTS
Or he could sign on to cover Civil War reenactments. His beard gives him a head start.
The Daily Caller. Always a good fallback.
He is toast in this city -100% guarantee it.
Oh, he might survive impeachment and finish his term.
You would have at least thought he might try the âsomeone hacked my accountâ thing. So the question now is, who was the actual intended recipient of the âfacialâ text if it was meant for someone else?
Russell Wilson.
Was he implying that he doesnât believe she is qualified for her new job? Was his intention to blackmail her for a bj? Moron. I hope he was drunk and thought it was funny at the time and he is not a blackmailer and rapist. But he is, thatâs exactly what he meant. I am gobsmacked.
How many of us havenât made this kind of mistake? 
See, thatâs the great thing about technology.
It allows a-holes to wreck their lives, crater their careers, and destroy their families at the speed of light.
What a time to be alive!
At the gym one day. A guy I talked with on occasion walks by, as Iâm on a stairclimber. I say hey, talk a bit, comment he must live near me because I notice him coming out the front door of his house occasional mornings on my drive to work. He says no, thatâs not him, does an about face, and walks hurriedly away. A woman a few machines down comes over, asks where I live. I tell her, itâs a friendly, classy place, I donât fear anything behind her question.
She says âThank you, Iâve wondered for months now where my husbandâs girlfriend lives, and now I know!â