Here’s a new one.
You’re publisher of Wonkette, a blog people in Washington used to read, and considering a move from LA to Washington. So what do you do? You beg your readers for money and call them “fuckers” in the process.
Rebecca Schoenkopf, who fabricates stories as easily as she breathes, is calling on readers to foot the bill for 12 months in Washington for her and her dog.
Question: Can she send the dog and stay in LA?
She begins her quest with a term of endearment: “Hey fuckers.” And continues with a rant that makes about as much sense as she made in Tampa in 2012 at the Republican National Convention when she got tanked and claimed she was thrown out of a Politico party (psst…no such thing ever happened) and asked random guys to make out with her. After regurgitating a mouthful of reasons why she can’t afford an abode, she gets to the point of her largely incoherent sales pitch: “So, okay, cool, now I want a house.” She goes on to say she’s willing to pay nothing or some “greatly reduced” price for a house, apartment, “groovy bachelor fuckpad” or “tiny shithole.”
Wow. How has Washington possibly survived without her?