The Real Outrage In the McCrory-Reid’s Incident

Getting the cook fired was petty but understandable. But troll-smearing him after the fact?
Hal Goodtree
McCrory

Pat McCrory getting a cook fired isn’t really that outrageous. We already know the man has a thin skin. We know he’s a customer service fetishist. The cook, Drew Swope, worked in a service industry job, and he was rude to a customer. Reid’s owner had every right to fire him, as Swope himself conceded. (Not that I don’t sympathize.)

Here’s what’s creepy as all hell: The governor’s staff apparently trolled social media post facto in an effort to publicly smear the guy who’d just lost his job (deep in Steve Harrison’s Observer story):

On Monday night, McCrory’s communications director Joshua Ellis told the Observer that Swope had also made an obscene gesture to the governor during the conversation … Ellis said that Swope has said “things about physically harming the governor as well.”

He said he was referring to a January Facebook page about a planned protest for a McCrory visit to Statesville in February. On the page, some commenters said that they should burn an effigy of the governor. One commenter wrote they could “kick (the effigy) around,” to which Swope replied, “square in the” (groin).

There’s kind of a difference between an effigy and the real thing. You don’t get arrested for assaulting an effigy, as this great American nutball can tell you. That’s the point of an effigy. Was Swope’s comment rude? Sure. I’ve seen far, far worse. That’s not the point anyway.

The point is that the governor’s staff consists of people who think nothing of throwing dirt on a guy who’s just been canned by seine-netting cyberspace—on the taxpayer clock—for stray comments on Facebook.

That’s not just creepy. It puts the lie to any assertion that this was solely a matter of poor customer service on Mr. Swope’s part. (Having been subjected to a bit of that myself by another prominent Republican’s staff, I may be, oh, sensitive to this sort of thing.)

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