It would be tough to find any Republican having a worse week than Florida Rep. Matt Gaetz.
I mean, the poor man is being dragged through the mud! Over nothing! Nothing much anyway. Okay, quite a lot, really. But that’s only because people keep paying such rapt attention to The Head’s headlong dive into ignominy.
The walls are closing in. Luckily for Matt, his head is a perfect cube, so the damage should be minimal.
The latest? His communications director is bailing on him, because—well, wouldn’t you?
It’s like if you were Hitler’s personal mustache-waxer and he wanted you in the bunker with him. That’s the day you screen your calls, yo.
Newsweek:
Luke Ball, Representative Matt Gaetz's former communications director, has left his position with the Florida congressman.
Gaetz's office didn't respond to Newsweek's question as to who initiated the departure conversation, but confirmed to Newsweek on Friday that Ball was no longer with Gaetz's office.
Ball joined Gaetz's team in November 2019 but left his office days after the New York Times reported Gaetz was under investigation over allegations of sex trafficking. Investigators were reportedly looking into whether Gaetz had a sexual relationship with a 17-year-old and paid for her to travel with him, a suggestion the Florida representative has adamantly denied as an extortion attempt.
So before Matt Gaetz had one Ball, and now he has zero. And yet, ironically, we have him securely by those ghost gonads.
Do you want another fat dose of irony?
This:
The idea of someone who works for Matt Gaetz resigning out of “principle” is just too much to handle. But then there it is.
I may need a stent inserted in my heart to safely drain away all the schadenfreude. Meanwhile, this is getting more and more delicious by the hour.
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