This has been the week from Hell for Jerry Falwell, Jr. I mean, can’t a guy even go out on his own yacht and party anymore? Sheesh. If you missed the festivities earlier in the week, Falwell inprudently, shall we say, shared “vacation photos” of himself and a young woman in stages of undress. That was bad enough. Then he got on the radio a few days later and really dug his own grave and jumped in. New Civil Rights Movement:
Falwell, Jr. then called into a local Virginia radio station, explaining the woman his arm was wrapped around was his wife’s assistant.
“You know it was weird, cause she was, she’s pregnant, she couldn’t get her pants up, and I was, trying to like – my, I had on a pair of jeans I haven’t worn in a long time so I couldn’t get mine zipped either,” Falwell told WLNI. “And so I just put my belly – I just put my belly out like hers, and it was just, um, she’s my wife’s assistant and she’s a sweetheart. I should never have put it up and embarrassed her because, um, anyway, I’ve apologized to everybody and I promised my kids, I’m gonna try to be a good boy from here on out.”
Rep. Mark Walker (R-NC) called Falwell’s behavior “appalling,” and called for him to step down.
The excuse is even stupider than the obvious misconduct. It puts me in mind of a local story I read about a drunk who had set fire to the bed he was in and caused damage to the entire floor of a cheap hotel. The drunk kept vociferously denying that he had set fire to the bed. The judge finally asked in exasperation, “So, Mr. Collins, you’re saying that the bed was on fire when you got into it?”
Sometimes you’re just better off telling the truth and taking your lumps.
But Falwell should look on the bright side. This isn’t as bad as the scandal shortly after he took over as president of Liberty University where he urged students at a 2015 convocation to carry concealed weapons so they could “end those Muslims before they walked in,” after a mass shooting in San Bernadino.
Say, is there work available in the pool cleaning business? Anybody know?