Frankly Disgusting
Above is the illustration of Barney-Frank-tiptoeing-through-the-tulips-in-a-tutu that I commissioned for the cover of a magazine I edited in the late 1980s, this particular issue being devoted to the Lavender Lobby in Washington. One of his constituents subsequently showed the cover to Frank, who dismissed us as “really crazy people.” Sane or not, I have to believe that the really “really crazy people” are the residents of Boston and Cambridge who keep reelecting this lying, thieving pervert every two years. And what about the colleagues in Congress who refrain from ejecting him despite overwhelming evidence of moral turpitude?
The honorable Barney Frank, in case anyone’s forgotten, is the Congressman whose apartment in the 1980s was the locus of a prostitution service run by his male companion. (Is it the little black book that protects Frank from reprisals?) A subsequent boyfriend worked at Fannie Mae in the 1990s while Frank, as chairman of the House Banking Committee, was shielding it from proper oversight and precipitating our current economic crisis. The man’s a public disgrace and a menace to society. He should be thrown out of the House, prosecuted, and incarcerated.
Frank is on my list of the top 10 people destroying America.
My list, too. I’m convinced his little black book, or a photo album, is the only thing that’s kept him from being censured and ousted from the House.
You remember this issue? Scott Alberts did the illustration. I used Barney’s “really crazy” quote for a full-page ad promoting TNA.
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If these perverted,disgusting freaks don’t even know what their d***s are for, how can they run the country? When these sickos start in telling us about their perversion, they should be outed instantly. Sex is between 2 people, should be man and woman, and kept between themselves. Gay is a choice, and the wrong one, period. “Politically incorrect”? Don’t care, it’s the truth.