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Meet our newest correspondent, the very talented Seth Hettena, author of Feasting on the Spoils. For his first story, he writes about hookers, Hawaii and hot tubs. Oh, and how Rep. Randy “Duke” Cunningham and defense contractor Brent Wilkes really, really like them. MORE »
Duke Cunningham is snitching to the FBI in prison, which is bad news for Brent Wilkes. Cunningham: former congressman currently serving time for bribery and corruption and being a stupid jerk. Wilkes: Duke’s former best-bud contractor, currently facing two indictments and 30 counts of all sorts of misbehavior. Thankfully, Duke does not shy away from the aspects of his case that have always been of the utmost importance to Wonkette readers. MORE »
A long, long time ago, we were briefly obsessed with the bizarre tale of Dusty Foggo, the former Executive Director of the CIA, handpicked by Porter Goss, despite a career-long penchant for hilarious and public sexual misadventures. Foggo was eventually indicted for funneling money to a defense contractor (who’s accused of bribing Duke Cunningham — see, it’s complicated, you can understand why we switched to Mark Foley). There were also regrettably vague stories of hookers showing up to Foggo poker parties (at the Watergate!). MORE »
So, we sort of put up this indictment thingie last night without letting you in on the full-on corrupt-politicians pay to do it with sexy ladies angle To save you the trouble of wading through the 42-page PDF file, here are the sexy parts, which are particularly sexy if you like your paid, anonymous sex to be so anonymous that the ladies you have sex with don’t have names but just letters. The gory details, after the jump.
Hooray for the slow march of justice for lesser Bush Administration figures! Former No. 3 CIA boss Kyle “Slimeball” Foggo and impossibly corrupt Duke Cunningham buddy/contractor Brent Wilkes have been officially indicted for many federal crimes including conspiracy, wire fraud, and money laundering. MORE »
Dusty Foggo and Brent Wilkes might be indicted today. Maybe. The internet said it, so it’s pretty much 50/50. MORE »
Oh dear, things are looking especially embarrassing for former CIA honcho Dusty Foggo, because Vanity Fair’s big Duke Cunningham article hits the stands in New York and Los Angeles today , and a preliminary scan for naughty bits reveals the following delicious paragraph:
[Defense contracter Brent] Wilkes also introduced [contractor Tom] Casey to Dusty Foggo, who often passed through Washington. Around 1994, during a visit to a Washington strip club, Casey says, Foggo wore a gun in a shoulder holster and flashed his identification at the club doorman. He was promptly seated by the stage. “Foggo sits there the whole night telling me how he likes to fuck girls in the ass,” Casey recalls. “He sees a girl there, he jabs you and says, ‘She’s ready to go–let’s double-team her.’ The weirdest combination of sex and domination! And Wilkes, he’s just laughing the whole time.” (Through an attorney, Foggo says that this incident never happened. According to his lawyer, Wilkes denies visiting strip clubs in adulthood.)
Other than that, the Vanity Fair piece is long on details, sprinkled liberally with spokesperson denials, yet sadly lacking in more salacious details. It’s asserted once again that Duke Cunningham enjoyed the company of paid escorts, for instance, but those escorts are again maddeningly non-gender-specific. Heck, we’ll take what we can get, though. MORE »
Ken Silverstein, over at Harper’s, has two pieces that, while complex, provide just that note of salaciousness necessary to keep the public (read: our) interest in the ongoing Cunningham/Wilkes/Lewis and William Jefferson cases. Join the exclusive poker party, after the jump.
Three notable pieces were published this weekend on the painfully slow-moving hookers ‘n’ Congressmen ‘n’ spooks scandal.
While they are all rich with color (a Nine Fingers “prank letter” filled with sexually explicit talk was intercepted by the KGB, who then tried to blackmail him), they are also all short on hookers (with Newsweek not mentioning them at all). Closer looks, after the jump.
Let’s return, shall we, to Katherine Harris. Firstly, we’re hearing vague rumors of further implication in WatergateGate (the bit with contractors and bribery, not necessarily the poker parties, unfortunately). Considering the dinner date scandal, it’s not that surprising or far-fetched.
Secondly, we deeply apologize for forgetting to include a bunch of salacious insinuations and double-entendre in our earlier post re. Harris “dating” Charlie Crist, who, as we all remember, is a closet liberal. Who loves women. Women like Katherine Harris, the womanest woman on Capitol Hill. Seriously, we’d take her over Bo Derek any day, if we had to suggest an air of undeniable hetereosexuality. So, yeah, Katy “dated” Crist in the late ’80s. Titter titter. Seriously, it’s a weird story overall, and we think there’s very probably a reason why it came out (so to speak) now, and not any other time in the last 20 years. Some of the less respectable journalists in FLA oughtta look into it.
Then there’s this brilliant Robin Givhanesque piece in the St. Petersburg Times, quickly becoming our favorite newspaper in the country, all about Harris’ outfit from the now famous minute-long tarmac handshake with the President.
The suit is “very sexy, very alluring, but I don’t think that’s the kind of message she wants to send,” said Kelly Machbitz, a member of the Association of Image Consultants International and a monthly makeover contributor to WTVT-Ch. 13’s Good Day Tampa Bay.
PLEASE KEEP THE MAKEOVER PEOPLE AWAY FROM OUR KATY. We love her just the way she is, as God and medical science made her.
Finally, after the jump, watch Harris-mania spread across Florida like sensationalist alligator-attack articles.
