In what seems like a brilliant bit of irony, James O'Keefe found himself on the butt end of a nasty little...surprise I should say, and thanks to the quite famous (or infamous in Republican circles) Ian Murphy.
What did Murphy do? Got O'keefe to accept dinner and $100 from a supposed Crack Pipe dealer
In what seems to be a bit of cunning work, Ian Murphy plotted things out pretty far in advance for the infiltration of the conservative RightOnline conference, supposedly the rightwing answer to the Netroots Nation as I understand it.
To ensure he "Fit in", he invented a rightwing blog profile and alias known as Jay Mitchell Hunstman, writer for the conservative blog "Eagles, Guns and Eagle-Guns".
When he ran into Mr. O'Keefe in the conference, he lavished him with fanboyish praise, even got a photo-op with him and offered him dinner. That's when things got interesting.
To quote from the exchange
We made our way out into the plush carpeted hallway of the Hilton, heading toward the first floor restaurant. “So you’re in construction?” he asked.
“UH…YEAH! OH MY GOD, HOW DID YOU KNOW?”
“It says so on your blogger profile.”
“Right,” I said. “But that’s not where I get most of my money…”
“You have another job?”
“Sort of,” I said. “You know those little glass tubes they sell in gas stations–the ones with the tiny plastic roses inside?”
“Can’t say that I do.”
“I don’t suppose you would,” I said, “they’re mostly in inner cities…they sell them next to steel wool pads…”
“Yeah, the–the blacks buy them together, remove the rose, insert the steel wool and use them to smoke crack…I figure it’s OK because they’re black and it’s, strictly speaking, not a crack pipe–but they are crack pipes.”
“Are you serious?” he asked as we approached the escalator.
“YEAH! That’s what they’re for–and I had the good sense to invest in the company in my late teens. It’s paid off rather handsomely. And what do I care about the blacks, you know? It’s not like they sell these things to productive members of society or anything.”
I was straining credulity. It was written all over his long, squinty face. He fished his phone out of his pocket and just said, “Oh.”
“I’m really sorry,” he said, “but something’s come up. I’m going to have to take a rain check.”
His fear complex seemingly kicking in, O'Keefe was about to take off, but in the last moment, Murphy fished out a $100 bill and said that to make up for having to miss out, he should get something nice.
“Well, I understand you’re a busy guy, but I said I’d buy you a meal and I’m going to!” I said, ignoring his hand and flipping through my wallet. “Take it.” He looked down at the $100 bill for 5 seconds of eternity. “Come on! Get yourself something good!”
And he fucking took it. He took my crack pipe money, slipped it in his coat pocket, shook my hand and bolted back the way we came. I rode the elevator down to the first floor, cackling like an absolute madman. Best hundo I’ve ever spent.
According to Raw Story, O'Keefe has remained rather mum on the subject of accepting money from someone who has confessed to being a crack pipe seller. I would love to see if this news gets any play in the media though, a sweet, sweet revenge for the many lives he has ruined.