“The lady doth protest too much, methinks.” Shakespeare wrote it for a queen. It fits a congressman just as well.
For years, U.S. Representative Eric Swalwell — California Democrat, impeachment manager, aspiring governor, and self-appointed guardian of women’s dignity — lectured America about sexual misconduct. He demanded Brett Kavanaugh open his doors to every accuser. On social media he posted “Support survivors. Believe survivors. We are with you” in 2018. He championed the release of the Jeffrey Epstein files “for sexual assault victims.” He sat across from Senator Adam Schiff not long ago and declared, with his characteristic smugness, “We are better than this.”
It turns out he is not.
On April 10, the San Francisco Chronicle published a damning exclusive: a former staffer, hired at age 21 in his Castro Valley district office, alleged that Swalwell sexually assaulted her on two separate occasions while she was too intoxicated to consent, leaving her battered, bruised, and bleeding. Hours later, CNN published a follow-up with three additional women. Two allege Swalwell sent them unsolicited explicit messages and photographs. A fourth says she woke up in his New York City hotel room after a night of unwanted kissing and touching, with no memory of how she got there.
The dominoes fell fast. The Manhattan District Attorney’s office opened a criminal investigation into the 2024 NYC hotel allegation. More than 50 former staffers signed an open letter calling the accusations “serious, credible, and [demanding] accountability” — urging him to resign from Congress and exit the gubernatorial race. He suspended his campaign the following day. His statement managed, somehow, to apologize for things he simultaneously insisted he never did.
Ugly — but the revelation that this congressman is a grotesque weirdo isn’t the main takeaway. Most of us already knew that. The intrigue is in the mob response from the Left. The liberal media knew all along and turned a blind eye for years. Now the whole cabal is scrambling to pretend they were always on the case while simultaneously throwing Swalwell directly under the bus.
Reporter Steven Tavares admitted what was, apparently, an open secret: that Swalwell’s behavior “was known by all levels of our local government and the Alameda County Democratic Party” as far back as 2013 when he first arrived in Washington, D.C. That’s 13 years. It adds up to over a decade of endorsements, fundraisers, national television bookings, and impeachment hearings — while a press corps that lectures the country about speaking truth to power looked the other way.
This isn’t investigative journalism; it’s a deliberate demolition timed for effect.
Ask the obvious question: if Swalwell’s behavior was an open secret in Democratic circles, why did the party of supposed feminists and #MeToo metrosexuals allow him to ascend from local pol to gubernatorial frontrunner? The answer is that Californians know he’s not just a perv, but an idiot — and he would’ve burned California faster than Gavin Newsom did last January. Swalwell would’ve been an abysmal candidate against Steve Hilton. Now that it’s politically convenient to rid themselves of this smarmy beta, they’ve unleashed the dogs on him.
The press, which had been sitting on this story for years, suddenly found its courage. Brian Stelter and company would very much like credit for a moment of journalistic reckoning. They don’t deserve it. They failed for over a decade. The timing of this story is political, not principled.
The lesson isn’t that a sanctimonious hypocrite has been exposed, though one has. The lesson is about who holds the controls. The liberal media does not report on Democratic misconduct. It ratifies decisions the party has already made. When Swalwell was useful, the rumors stayed rumors. When he became inconvenient, the Chronicle got its scoop.
On the bright side, though, the citizens of California can still elect the Democrat who assaulted her ex-husband by pouring scalding mashed potatoes on his head.
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