Stop The Presses

I’d actually never read the Washington Free Beacon paper before, so imagine my surprise when I saw this breathless headline on their website:

Curious to see why anyone would actually give a flying fuck about this topic, I read on and discovered this amazing feat of investigative journalism into Tom’s latest squeeze.  First, there’s her Twitter/X label:

I’m thinking that’s a clue right there, but let’s not get blinded by evidence like that.  (I mean, should we trust Twitter/X at all?)  What else?  Oh yes, there’s Veronika Rajek’s picture on her Instagram page:

Well, if that isn’t proof that the Joooz control world banking, the diamond and gold business and everything, then what is?

Here’s my actual question:  why would anyone waste valuable time and space “investigating” this situation? 

Listen, Tom Brady Superbowl hero once married to some Brazilian model etc. etc.  But in the grand scheme of things, now that he’s retired from throwball, he’s about as relevant as last week’s rice pudding.  (Sorry Tom, but it’s true.  You matter less than Vivek Ramaswamy, who is reputedly of Indian descent.)

Anyway, for one more example of excellent journalism, there’s this little snark:

Brady recently un-retired from football and then un-married supermodel Gisele Bündchen, whose Germanic name and Brazilian heritage have us wondering what her grandfather was doing during the Battle of the Bulge. Other than winning his eighth Super Bowl, dating a Zionist smokeshow would be the ultimate rebuke to the vegan shiksa who tried to ruin his life. Maybe Veronika will even let him eat a cheeseburger.

What a pointless fucking piece of trash this Washington Free Beacon is, and its staffer, one Tim Rice, needs a swift kick in the balls for putting this piece of utter nonsense in a newspaper.

I won’t be going back.  And nor should anyone else.

Here’s one more pic of Miss Rajek, only without that offensive Jooo symbol around her neck:

I can’t imagine why ol’ Tom would want to bonk her, myself.  [exit, drooling]

10 comments

  1. The entire subject matter and everything ever related to it is less than worthless. If conjuring up shit like this is how they pay the bills they need to be rolled under, last week.

  2. If Mister Brady wants to cruise into his Golden Years with the likes of Miss Rajek hanging on his throwing arm while he gathers up his Social Security checks, who can blame him? I should have such a retirement.

  3. while he gathers up his Social Security checks

    He has 16 years, at least, until he can collect Social Security.
    Not that he needs those checks.

    By then, he’ll have transitioned to another, younger female.

    Because he can.

  4. you’re right. you’re absolutely right that Tom Brady is as relevant as last week’s rice pudding. Who cares who he is shacking up with? that paper sounds like its akin to the National Enquirer or Star magazine or whatever those grocery store checkout line tabloids are called.

    She’s easy on the eyes. HOpefully she’s easy on the ears and wallet.

    JQ

  5. One doesn’t need to waste the brain cells wondering why the fuck anyone cares – in the here & now it’s clickbait; once upon a time it was Natl Enquiresque tabloid bullshit, for which there has always been a market & always will be. Although I’m mystified why anyone give two shits over the hottie’s religious leanings. Not gonna lie – I’m a tad envious re: the current care and feeding of Brady’s balls.

    I don’t know why it reminds me of this, but it does: my slanted eyes earned me some ridicule & derision as a child, but only once as an adult. In my 20s I dated a girl whose dad had a brother who had served in Vietnam. Jack (or Jackoff, as I called him) made it clear he was none too pleased about his daughter dating “that goddamned gook.” The Asian half of my ancestry is Japanese, so I think “slope” or “nip” would have been the more appropriate invective, but who am I to judge? I had fantasies about telling Jackoff how entertaining his daughter was in bed, but my better angels won out.

  6. Were I in Brady’s shoes, the only reason I’d care about his lady’s religious leanings or ethnic background is her position in regards to bacon cheesburgers.

    Any religon that outlaws bacon cheeseburgers is a non-starter with me. (Well, they all are, but the ones with ridiculous dietary laws are the first ones rejected.)

    1. > Any religon that outlaws bacon cheeseburgers is a non-starter with me.

      Back in the mid-’70s, Israel bought a bunch of F-15s. They sent their maintainers here to learn what they’d need to do to keep their shiny new planes flying.

      My father was stationed at Langley AFB (one of the first to get the F-15) at the time and was responsible for providing some of that training. One morning on the way in, he stopped by the apartment where some of them were staying. They’d been cooking bacon, and he smelled it from the door. Despite his own Catholic upbringing, he knew enough about our visitors to know that for them, bacon was literally not kosher. On being asked about it, one of them asked “do you see a beanie on my head?”, or something to that effect.

      tl;dr: It would appear that some Jews take their dietary restrictions less seriously than others. Whether that’s the case for the subject of this post, I couldn’t say.

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