Hello, it’s the weekend. This is The Weekender ☕
As Rep. George Santos’ (R-NY) short, spectacular career comes to its ignominious end, we bid farewell with a tear on our cheek and heaviness in our heart.
It’s a bleak time, with the threat of our decaying democracy, citizen disengagement and the next critical, must-win election stalking our heels. We’re buffeted by violent wars and congressional dysfunction and an all-powerful, super-activist Supreme Court. The darkness comes early and the nights are long.
But in the tension and the worry, we could always turn to George Santos, the malevolent goober who always vacillated between the (allegedly) criminal and the ludicrous. The generational conman who never covered his tracks, allowing us to luxuriate in the spoils of his skullduggery: Botox, an OnlyFans subscription, the Baruch volleyball team, Ferragamo, the random baby.
He was daily a headline generator, almost admirable in the sheer tonnage of misdeeds he accumulated by the tender age of 35.
On Thursday morning, his breath puffing white, he mounted a strange and strangely boring defense, careening from the conspiracy of it all to defending the Jan. 6 rioters. A garbage truck idled nearby, muffling his words. The sun broke over the House office buildings he’d soon be jettisoned from, giving the spectacle a holy light.
Later in the day, he sat towards the front of the House chamber while his colleagues railed against him.
“Dear God, Mr. Speaker, my future former colleague is divorced from reality,” Rep. Marc Molinaro (R-NY) boomed, Santos looking on from feet away.
Even his few defenders found it difficult to sustain a robust defense.
“I rise not to defend George Santos — whoever he is — but to defend the very precedent my colleagues are willing to shatter,” Rep. Matt Gatez (R-FL) intoned.
Santos is done politically, and likely done, at least for a while, as a free man. But it was nice — dare I say, fun — to spend time with this Republican crook whose harm was somewhat limited and whose entertainment value never dipped. The man will fade from relevance, but the name, the legend, will live on.
And for that, Mr. Santos — whoever you are — we salute you.
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