“That man molested me”

Al Gore in trouble for a massage

NEW YORK – “Call me Al” said Bill Clinton’s ex-deputy welcoming her masseuse in a robe with a suspiciously long hug. Mister Gore, who had registered himself under the false name “Mr. Stone” in the luxurious Hotel Lucia in Portland, Oregon, had just had a beer after hailing the theater of the Cloud Theater “on the most important moral imperative of our time: environmental protection “. And who will protect my lost dignity? now wonders Molly Hagerty, 54, revealing the incredible, spicy details of the alleged sexual assault of what she calls a “crazy sex poodle”: which would then be a “horny poodle”.

Accusations of sexual assault on the only Nobel-winning Oscar winner would have remained a dead letter if the National Enquirer – the tabloid newspaper that ended up at Pulitzer for revealing the secret son of former presidential candidate John Edwards – had not forced the police to reopen the case already filed. The date of the indicted assault is October 24, 2006 and it is 10.30 at night when the man who was mocked in the race for the White house by George W. Bush calls that $ 540 masseuse. “Those hands, a little lower, please.” The unfortunate woman replied: “What do you want?” “And then he grabbed my right hand hard, pushed her under the sheets to his pubis – my fingers against his penis- and screamed: This!”

A more overheated climate than this is difficult to imagine. Molly la Rossa describes to the police almost two hours of embarrassing attempts. She who first tries an anesthetizing massage and he almost falls asleep to wake up more vigorous than before. She who “to distract him” opens a box of chocolates there on the bedside table and he – a glutton – who swallows one and then sticks his tongue into her mouth. But the scene that really looks like something out of a sexy comic imagination is one in which “Al Gore Sex” puts Pink’s “Dear Mr. President” on the iPod and the sound of that anti-Bush ballad “becomes even more violent, makes me turn around and jumps on me from behind “.

Already twice – in 2007 and 2008 – the story was about to end up in an Oregon newspaper. But the family spokeswoman had privately denied the masseuse’s accusations as “completely false” citing among other things “the integrity of the 37-year Gore marriage”. Precisely that integrity has now gone to pieces with the surprise-announced divorce: on June 1 Al and Tippi, the protagonists of such an intense love story of having inspired, supports the legend, the book and the film “Love story “, they said goodbye. Al had lost his mind, they say, for his producer as well as Larry David’s ex-wife, the protagonist of the last Woody Allen. But together Al and Tipper briefly returned yesterday to refute the new accusations of the Enquirer once again: there is a witness, there is a video of the hotel. “Further investigation will only benefit Mister Gore,” says spokeswoman Kalee Kreider: “The Gores” and note the plural “cannot continue to comment on the defamatory stories created by the tabloids”.

On the tabloids instead continues to soar Molly – who asked for a million dollars to be interviewed – waving the pants she was wearing that night in a bag: a tender imitation of the stained dress with which Monica Lewinsky framed the former boss of Al. A test of DBA has already shown that on those trousers there is nothing to prove the “Uncomfortable truth”, as the title of the bestseller and Gore’s film states. But Molly doesn’t give up and asks for more tests: as long as there’s scandal, you know, there’s hope.

(02 July 2010)