Marion Barry Got Linda Tripp’ed!

Man, this Marion Barry stalking case just took a turn for the UGLY today! The Washington CityPaper got hold of some of the voice mail messages Barry left for his accuser, Donna Watts-Brighthaupt. One of them includes a nasty argument that sounded like a transcript for the Jerry Springer show, or Maury Povitch.    

I’m laughing at the fact that Marion Barry was supposed to be sharing a room with Watts-Brighthaupt at the Democratic National Convention, but kicked her out and made her sleep in the car because she wouldn’t give him some head. That’s some cold business right there! I don’t know why so many politicians can’t understand the phrase “Don’t shit where you eat.” Sex with co-workers is usually a bad idea for people with normal jobs. When you are in the public eye, the result of such actions could be career suicide.

Well, career suicide to anyone other than Marion Barry. This man’s political career has conquered crack cocaine and the IRS, so anything he does at this point is tame in comparison.  Barry would have to shoot a pregnant woman while simultaneously kicking a dog and peeing on Dakota Fanning to lose the support of his long-time followers. I don’t think he’ll see any jail time for this, and he won’t have to give up his City Council seat.

Listen to the voicemails here, and let me know what you think about the situation. Before you share your opinion, let me ask you this:

1. How many times do you really need to call someone to tell them that you’re done with them?
2. If he really felt threatened by the ex husband, don’t you think Barry knows some people who could “get the message through” to that guy? Hell, I know people that will beat ‘cho ass in the middle of downtown DC, strip you butt-naked, steal your car and then make you walk to the nearest pay phone to collect-call the authorities. And I’m just a blogger! Whoever Barry gets his drugs from probably owes him a favor any damn way…
3. Don’t you think by age 70, you should know not to leave angry voicemails? That’s never good, whether she’s playing them for her friends at home, or putting them out there for the whole world to hear, as in this case.