The Washington City Paper, CL's sister paper by another mother, is in the thick of the nation's capital, a festering den of shoe leather and sin that makes any journalist jealous. They're talented folks and produce excellent work.
This week, the City Paper's Mike DeBonis struck gold with a story about former D.C. Mayor and current Councilman Marion Barry's latest scandal.
Which one? Well, you might have heard about it.
From the City Paper:
In mid-June, Donna Watts-Brighthaupt had an encounter with Ward 8 Councilmember Marion Barry. Watts was driving around, taking care of some personal business, when Barry caught sight of her. He made a point of getting her to pull over, and the two quickly got involved in an intense discussion.The exchange hinged on their roughly yearlong relationship, a bizarre one even by the standards of one of the Districts most-watched womanizers. As Barry attempted to stake out his position on their fortunes, Watts-Brighthaupt was quick to point out the ways in which she felt mistreated. One stood out:
You put me out in Denver cause I wouldnt suck your dick, Watts-Brighthaupt yelled at Barry, according to a tape recording of the conversation.
We highly recommend you check out the City Paper's cover story, complete with uploaded voicemail messages.
(Courtesy Washington City Paper)
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That man is at it again! He put ME out in Peoria because I wouldn't massage his prostate. This is no way for councilmembers to behave. Take note district 6 candidates.
You? He put ME out in Tulsa 'cause I wouldn't lick his taint.
About those Barry voicemail messages: July is National Cell Phone Courtesy Month. See: http://notionscapital.wordpress.com/2009/07/09/marion-barry-observes-cell-phone-courtesy-month/
Typical Marion. He put me out in Hackensack cause I wouldn't lube his drive shaft. (The garage was backed up that day, big-time.)
The nerve of that man! He put me out in Brooklyn cause I wouldn't hold his Nutty Buddy.
I got put out on 285 once 'cause I refused to Twitter about a Hands All Over Atlanta charity event.
Hollis, you think you had it bad? He put me out in Scranton 'cause I wouldn't kiss his scrotum. And Scranton is no place to be.
Who ya'll telling? He put me out in Suwanee 'cause I wouldn't hide his salami. Now that's cold. And Hollis--when I wouldn't hold his Nutty Buddy, he put me out in New Brunswick. It was okay, I had some stew. But I'druther have been in Brooklyn.
Yo, Jade, long before Brooklyn he put me out when I wouldn't swallow his pudding.
PS> I forgot to mention that we were in Poughkeepsie when he put me out for the pudding.
Hollis, honey, you just post as many times as it takes. You know, this all reminds me of the time he put me out in Salem 'cause I wouldn't toss his salad.