Beware the Hot Pink Digital Camera of Justice
I was beginning to think my prayers for another fReichtard sex scandal would go unanswered. Oh me of little faith (via Balloon Juice):
On April 13, the “rent boy” (whom we’ll call Lucien) arrived at Miami International Airport on Iberian Airlines Flight 6123, after a ten-day, fully subsidized trip to Europe. He was soon followed out of customs by an old man with an atavistic mustache and a desperate blond comb-over, pushing an overburdened baggage cart.
That man was George Alan Rekers, of North Miami — the callboy’s client and, as it happens, one of America’s most prominent anti-gay activists. Rekers, a Baptist minister who is a leading scholar for the Christian right, left the terminal with his gay escort, looking a bit discomfited when a picture of the two was snapped with a hot-pink digital camera.
Amen!
The mental image of the hot pink camera clashing with the bright red of Reker’s face is wonderful. I hate to ask, oh Lord, but could You make George spew out a laughably pathetic excuse for the company he’s been [ahem] keeping?
Reached by New Times before a trip to Bermuda, Rekers said he learned Lucien was a prostitute only midway through their vacation. “I had surgery,” Rekers said, “and I can’t lift luggage. That’s why I hired him.” (Medical problems didn’t stop him from pushing the tottering baggage cart through MIA.)
Hallelujah!
Please note the hypocritical wank was so flummoxed he didn’t think to claim it was part of a research project.
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