The Curious Hotel

House quietly investigated ANOTHER sex tape scandal - 18 months before Senate staffer

Republican Rep. Dan Newhouse confirmed reports Wednesday that a probe into sex acts in a Congressional office took place in June 2022. Snapchat videos allegedly showed a man pleasuring himself in a House office building and another showed two men engaged in sexual activity in another office setting.

We were promised Trump's vile America would be replaced with decency, normalcy and a family friendly neck-sniffer who would return us to kind tranquility.

Instead, we've been bombarded with White House dime bags, endless nude portraits of Hunter's 50 shades of crack engorgement, Rose Garden topless trans-activists and an open invite for anyone with a kink to exercise it on government property.

Senate building for an on-camera quickie before calling for the genocide of Jews – you know, all in the name of free expression.

The sick thing about this accelerated madness is the pathological inability of libertine pervs to take one single ounce of responsibility for their indiscretions.

Here was the statement this weekend from Cardin's randy right-hand-man: 'This has been a difficult time for me, as I have been attacked for who I love to pursue a political agenda.'

Who you love? Please!

You didn't make people barf their breakfast juleps because of 'who you love'; they're icked because this sordid Senate affair exposed you as an undisciplined, entitled, horrendously stupid and wildly disrespectful maniac.

Look, I know shame died a long, long time ago – but can't we stop feigning victimhood tarted up as an imaginary political witch hunt?

Angry Republicans did not tie you to that hearing-room chair to help Trump win Michigan. (Even if reports do say Red v. Blue fantasies are causing a boom in BDSM business).


This year has been an absolute dandy for fetishist freaks everywhere (I'm looking at you, Ms Strap-on Z-cuppies, transgender Canadian teacher Kayla Lemieux).

But from dirty drag in schools to public defecation and indecency, when will we say enough is enough?

I'm not suggesting we revert to a nation of pearl-clutching prudes. But my wish for the New Year is for a rediscovery of the appropriate compartmentalization and public-private delineation of adult life – instead of everyone just shooting everything out of a pornified confetti cannon and not caring where the debris falls.

Here's a thought: In 2024, I don't need to see the First Son's nude hiney.


Nor do I need to be told I'm a horrible person for suggesting the same seedy fellow shouldn't be gorging at the platter of corrupt foreign energy boards or cashing in on Commie connections.

But this is where we get to the butt of it all: If it's OK for the President's son to spend $870,000 on hookers and sex clubs while dodging his tax bill, why shouldn't every Tom, Dom and Dick launch up an OnlyFans side-hustle with lurid vids filmed in the self-same Senate room former FBI director James Comey gave his infamous Russian-interference testimony?

Hunter escapes accountability because of his 'addiction', fabulist George Santos says he's not white, and now the Senate sex-pest says his sexuality precludes him from criticism.