My Roy Moore Story: Just As You Might Have Guessed
Roy Moore is without a doubt one of the most odious slimeballs to ever be a nominee for U.S. Senate anywhere, and that was before recent revelations of sexual contact with minors. So, anyhow, I’ve followed his career since he first made a name for himself as a trial judge by denying child custody to a lesbian mother and browbeating her from the bench. He rode that case to the State Supreme Court Chief Judgeship.
So in the 1990s to early oughts I bought a few celebrity pictures on eBay and such, and long story short, I got in a minor bidding war with a woman from Montgomery, Alabama, over the above pic. Clea’s always been a favorite of mine and I loved her as “Stokely” the “bad girl” in Rodriguez’ film and I wanted the pic — but this woman wanted it more. Finally I contacted her and offered to drop out so she could have it. She was mighty grateful.
So, we exchanged a couple of messages, nothing much to it, but one thing she said I will never forget. She was a law student who made ends meet by working at a fancy steakhouse where a lot of state government poohbahs, lobbyists, politicians and so forth were frequently seen.
This is what she told me: one night she was dead tired, when five minutes before closing Moore strutted in with an entourage of 12. So they dawdled about, visiting long with one another, while the frazzled staff just waited for the crowd to leave so they could at long last flop on their beds and instantly start sawin’ logs. Well, Moore paid the bill in cash — always a big high-roller, he, probably from his foundation’s treasury — and left no tip at all, and neither did any of his party.
Anyhow, that’s what she told me. I have no way to veify if it’s true or not — but why would she lie? I even forgot her name. Besides, it sounds like just what a self-important poultroon like Moore would do, right? Just had to share this with my Brother and Sister Kossacks.
Go, Doug Jones!