I thought I was Clarence Thomas’ Only Secret Sugar Daddy, Turns out He Has 26 More -Opinion

Does anyone else feel devasted by the recent ProPublica report? The one reporting on all of Clarence Thomas’s secret comings and goings? The one which specifies who funded his lavish vacations and ocean cruise lines? The one that details his private chartered flights and beach side life style?

I have not been able to sleep for a week. The haunting, the corruption, the lies, I thought I was Clarence Thomas’s only secret sugar daddy. I thought I was his personal and exclusive secret benefactor. It is an illusion crushed in the new found knowledge that he has 26 other super-secret sugar daddies. The time we were out in the Bahamas, drinking daquiris on the beach with the sun setting in the background, he told me I was special. I believed him but it does not mean the same thing if he went to the very same beach with David Sokol one year later.

When Clarence Thomas voted to overturn Joe Biden’s student debt forgiveness plan, I thought he did it for me. Well, it turns out he was the guest of honor at Horatio Algiers, enjoying a lavish dinner with fine white wine in his honor when Wayne Huizenga gave a speech on doing the very same thing. The hussy! Regifting to multiple sugar daddies when I believed I had paid to cancel student loans all on my own!

When it first came out that Clarence Thomas had been in financial relationships with Harlan Crow I thought I could forgive him. With Harlan Crow’s eccentricities of collecting Nazi memorabilia and priding himself on owning a signed copy of Mein Kampf I could understand his wishing to keep the affiliation a secret. The media would not understand, although I still wish he had told me I was the other sugar daddy. But this Pro Publica report made me feel scandalized. 26 secret sugar daddies?

Was I the only one who did not know? Was this a joke on me? Or were the others gullible victims just like me? It hurts to think about how we all might have felt so betrayed by his confidence. I want things to be over, but how can you forget the way he made you feel? The memories? The moment on the cruise when he took me below the deck, stroked my hand and tenderly whispered into my ear the phrase every average Joe billionaire wishes to hear: “you don’t need to worry about those meanie OSHA regulators anymore, I have taken care of it, just for you?”