In Defense of Sergio Gor
It's up to the President to decide who he has around him, not some weirdos in the Deep State
I don’t think you could say that Sergio Gor and I are friends. That word “friend” goes too far and I’m trying increasingly to use it only for those who really deserve it.
Gor is, however, something of an ally of mine even though I think it’s fair to say that he has knifed me in the back once or twice. (I likely deserved it.)
We don’t share the same politics — he is a Republican and I am a Democrat — but I am reminded of a few times where we encountered one another.
Several times he has come to my defense, often at unexpected times.
I helped then-Congressman Gaetz write a book Firebrand and while others in Gaetz’s office didn’t want Gaetz to thank me, Sergio leapt to my defense. He didn’t need to do that and in point of fact, probably shouldn’t have. I had inadvertently stopped Gor from profiting off of Matt Gaetz’s book, Firebrand, by arranging a separate publisher I was literally taking money out of his own pocket. I have never forgotten that kindness.
Still another time, I was ensnared in the Russia collusion probe by an Israeli asset masquerading as a journalist named Michael Isikoff.
You see, I know some Russians and they know me. We like one another. My grandfather, who spoke fluent Russian and worked for the CIA, had a network of Russians around him and over the years I have met some of these people. Years later I learned that I am a Rurikid — the original Russians and hence the red hair — and so was my grandfather. How much he knew about our own Russian-ness, I’m not certain, but he did say a few things to me that makes me wonder. That was long ago and he’s dead so I can’t very well go ask him.
There’s been a concerted effort to avoid me rekindling those Russia ties and so I found myself targeted. I was instructed, in particular, to give the U.S. Senate Intelligence Committee a list of any persons of Russian heritage I knew — an action I believed to be illegal.
I refused to comply, of course, and sure enough the Senate intelligence staffer who was coming after me wound up fired and going to federal prison. Oops. That seemingly happens quite often to people who try to go after me.
Sergio Gor and I saw one another in Senator Rand Paul’s office. He somehow found his way there when Congressman Rohrabacher and I briefed Rand Paul on our visit to see Julian Assange.
“How’s the Russia probe going?” he asked. “Not well,” said I. “They want me to make a list of every single person who has Russian heritage,” I replied. “How do I even comply with this?”
“It seems to me a trap,” Gor said. I nodded.
And sure enough I learned that that was, in fact, precisely what was going on.
Truth be told, I understand I am even in the Mueller Report though only in the redacted sections. I’d love to be able to read the bits about me.
Gor and I haven’t always gotten along. He also freaked out one time when Dana Rohrabacher and I were hanging out in the Trump Hotel and grabbed Donald Trump Jr. and ran away from us.
I confronted Gor shortly thereafter. “You’re not the problem,” Gor said. “[Rohrabacher] is!”
Time and again, Gor showed up to help the First Family. I take very seriously U.S. Marine Corps veteran David Warrington’s defense of Gor.
“Mr. Gor is fully compliant with all applicable ethical and legal obligations. His security clearance is active, any insinuation he doesn’t maintain a clearance is false,” White House counsel Warrington said.
I suspect he’s not unlike others we have had over the years — who act as go betweens. This, of course, was the role played by the late Vladimir Tolstoy, whose son Alex often hosts Twitter spaces.
The news has broken that Gor and I are both Russian-Americans who have lied about being Russian. This is America, after all. Aren’t we permitted to lie about where we came from? Isn’t that kind of the deal?
Of course a lie doesn’t necessarily imply intent — a real friend of mine taught me that — it’s only a misstatement of fact.
My ancestors came after the first Decembrist Revolution; his came, by way of Malta, in the 1980s. OK, whatever man. My family lied about being Swedish — like Donald Trump’s father did but for different reasons — and intermarried with the Sons and Daughters of the American Revolution. It happens.
They say Sergio’s surname is really Gorokhovsky. A gorokh is a pea, or a pea plant, and ever since I figured that out, it’s hard not to think of Sergio as a pea plant.
Peas are very important to modern genomics as they were the original mechanism through which Mendel discovered the Laws of Inheritance.
Gorokhovsky is also a surname quite common in the Landed Estates.
One of my Russians tells me that the Gorokhovskys were quite involved with Imperial Russia. Here’s but one example.
“In the 18th century, the Gorokhovsky name was associated with the Russian military. Pyotr Gorokhovsky (1702-1768) was a renowned general who served under Peter the Great and played a crucial role in the Russian conquest of the Baltic region.”
Does Sergio — which mean servant in Russian — know that we expect him to live up to the name?
Elon Musk, who I call a criminal and a traitor, calls Sergio Gor “a snake.” (Was Elon being autobiographical with his insults?)
But we call him an American patriot.
You know, on second thought, I would call Sergio a friend.
Why don't you address the issue that he isn't vetted, despite overseeing it in the White House?
It looks like Matt snagged himself a pretty Luckey girl?