Since Weinstein blew up leftist Hollywood with fat, hairy, 350-pound assault stories, the accusations against #woke liberals know no bounds (see George Takei Tries to Blame Sexual Assault Allegations on Russia. Yes, Really… and Second Kevin Spacey Victim Breaks Silence, Describes Sexual Assault Encounter).
Take this creep. His favorite pastime is making passes at women. From outside their windows. In the night. Breathing heavily.
A Democrat running for Congress in New Mexico’s second district was found and arrested at an apartment complex in Albuquerque on Friday, nearly two weeks after an arrest warrant was issued for him.
David Alcon is now behind bars after a woman accused him of stalking her, according to local station KRQE News 13.
The woman, who attended a Halloween party at a hotel in Santa Fe on Oct. 28, said she started receiving persistent text messages from Alcon—one with a picture of his genitals, some suggesting that he was watching her, and others professing his love for her.
Pause. Guys, take a knee. Women don’t want to see pictures of your junk. Ever. Women are not gay men. Photos of your slithering crotch serpent will never turn us on. Stop it.
The woman said later that night he texted her that he was outside her apartment.
Alcon was previously convicted of stalking a woman in 2007. His campaign has so far not released a statement or responded to requests for comment.
Who wants to bet David Alcon isn’t sure where the line is between friendly banter and sexual harassment? He probably thought he was being charming. “Here’s a photo of my erect pecker. Sending along a love poem just in case.” Alcon’s theme song is “I’ll be Watching You” by Police.
I can just hear Alcon’s defense attorney giving his opening statement: “If Alcon had been a handsome billionaire, this woman would’ve never filed charges, your honor. I read about it in Fifty Shades of Grey.” That seems to be the passing excuse creeps give for being degenerate creeps. Call the woman shallow, excuse the pervert for just being bad with women. Lather, rinse, take a dick pick.
What this freak actually needs is a romantic encounter with a food processor.
~Co-written by Courtney Kirchoff and Nichole Cooper