Cuck Jerry Falwell Jr. Opens Up About Pool Boy Affair And Liberty Resignation
It’s a long yet entertaining and insightful profile in Vanity Fair detailing the disgraced cuck’s fall from grace after it was revealed that he watched a pool boy fuck his wife, and here’s an excerpt from the opening:
The wide-ranging conversation was one of many we had over the past eight months. What emerged was an intimate look inside a very public marriage as well as a Shakespearean drama about fathers and sons and the burden of legacy. For the first time, Falwell opened up about his true spiritual beliefs and how they diverge from those of his infamous father, who cofounded the Moral Majority and waged a scorched-earth cultural war for four decades. When I told Falwell that many people thought he, consciously or not, wanted to destroy himself, he considered it for a moment.
“Subconsciously, yeah, I believe that’s true,” he said, nodding. “It’s almost like I didn’t have a choice.” He went on: “Because of my last name, people think I’m a religious person. But I’m not. My goal was to make them realize I was not my dad.”
Later in the piece, they get to the affair:
Becki said that while Jerry was looking at real estate one day, she and [pool boy] Granda had sex for the first time. “I relived [what I thought] college [would be]. Going to clubs, dancing, and all the stuff I couldn’t do [back home],” Becki said. They swapped love songs over text (Becki said Granda sent her “Little Things” by One Direction and “Sideways” by Citizen Cope). Around this time she started signing her texts to Granda “I love you.” When Granda called, Becki snuck off to talk. Her unexplained absences became a running joke in the Falwell family. Her kids printed T-shirts that read “Where’s Becki?”
In August 2012, Jerry made a $4.6 million offer on a two-story commercial property on the scruffier east side of Miami Beach. The building housed a liquor store, an Italian restaurant, and a 120-bed hostel, where dorm rooms went for $20 per night. (Tripadvisor described the hostel’s theme as “Party Tropical.”) A sign on the front door stated: “No Soliciting, Fundraising, Politics, Salesmen, Religion.”
Now, well before this point, you might have wondered why Jerry and Becki would buy a seedy hostel with a pool attendant they had known for only a few months. Granda said it was because they were a throuple. (Again, the Falwells deny this.) But take the sex out and it still shows questionable business sense on Jerry’s part to invest millions in an idea hatched by a college kid. One explanation for this catastrophic error in judgment is that Jerry and Becki didn’t have many close friends who weren’t ultrareligious. In Miami they were refugees from the evangelical world and were starting their social lives from scratch. Of course, having an affair and doing business with a pool attendant the same age as their kids crossed all kinds of boundaries that should have been glaringly obvious to everyone involved. Becki said she simply lost control: “This new life was so different for me.”
[Vanity Fair: Inside Jerry Falwell Jr.’s Unlikely Rise and Precipitous Fall at Liberty University]
