Voulez Vous Coucher Avec, Une Convicted Felon, Ce Soir?
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This will be short and, well, not so sweet. I’m beyond disappointed—and frankly, a bit saddened—by Corey Booker’s vote to confirm Charles Kushner to be our French Ambassador. I’ve admired Booker for a long time. After his recent, record breaking longest Senate speech ever, I genuinely thought he was cementing himself as a frontrunner for future party leadership. But Charles Kushner!? Seriously?
For those blissfully unaware, let’s recap Charles Kushner’s resume highlights:
“In 2005, Kushner pleaded guilty to 18 federal counts, including tax evasion, retaliating against a federal witness and lying to the Federal Election Commission. He served two years in prison under a plea deal.
The witness tampering case involved him targeting William Schulder, his brother-in-law, after discovering that Schulder was cooperating with federal investigators. Kushner hired a prostitute to lure Schulder to a hotel room, which was rigged with hidden cameras. Kushner then sent the footage to his sister.
In December 2020, Trump pardoned Kushner, citing his devotion to “important philanthropic organizations and causes.” (from Newsweek)
The internet rumor mill (and a few more reputable sources) suggest Booker’s vote might be tied to the Kushners having bankrolled his early career. I get that politics can be a scrappy business, but at this stage of his career, Booker should have evolved past this quid pro quo game. I truly thought he would rise above this good ol’ boy DC cronyism. I’m not completely dismissing him as a possible future leader, but am, in the words of my mother, very disappointed in him. It’s a head-shaker, folks.
Yes, Ambassadors are often party favors to the President’s buddies, but surely, surely, we can do better. It’s the ambassadorship to France, not a coupon for a free car wash. Hey, I used to work in Paris as a bike tour guide (nostalgic photo below). I speak un peu de Français and have never solicited a prostitute to blackmail a family member. My DMs are open, Donald. I’ll even bring my own beret!
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