Yes, this is Eric Swalwell who has been infecting political circles all over California and Washington DC as a combination Congressperson, dog catcher...and most notably professional sex worker.
The dummies in California have been electing him to anything he chooses to run for, largely because they're as moronic as he is. Trust me, if you go on YouTube and pull down some of his public comments, you will be wondering if his IQ even makes it to double digits.
A while back, he allegedly traded government secrets with a spy called Fang Fang while both were wrapped in linen from Wamsutta. Of course, nothing happened to him because...well...he hates Trump. Indeed, he seems to have an eternal hall pass when it comes to anything in the political world. I mean, why else would he then announce that he was running for Governor.
But, in some small doses, logic finally prevailed in the person of several female staff workers who attested to harassment, a little groping, and even a healthy dish of rape. Out they came one by one and it was all Swalwell could do but to deny every charge. None of it is true, he swears.
Yet, who suspended his race to be California Governor? Ah, there is some facts in dem there hills.
So, I am jumping on my last opportunity to call Eric Swalwell a monthly moron. Largely because I think he is finally disappearing for good.
Dinner last night: Rigatoni bolognese at Basilico in Pelham.
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