Turn out the lights, Seth Moulton, the party’s over, and your Senate campaign is on life support.

Last week you slobberingly took an illegal alien who’s been referenced in police reports involving “sexual assault and juveniles” to the State of the Union.

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You rolled out the red carpet in the nation’s capital for yet another dubious actor from the Third World.

You absurdly claimed that the arrest last year of this young cholo by ICE was a tragedy?

The Boston Globe, always eager to swoon over an unworthy foreigner, asserted that your amigo Marcelo Gomes da Silva had been through an “ordeal” when he got lugged in Milford last year.

The Brazilian was on his way to “volleyball practice” when los federales grabbed him. Ay caramba! Don’t you hate it when that happens?

Let me ask you something, Rep. Moulton. What about that other person in those multiple 2021 Milford PD reports involving Marcelo and “sexual assault?”  Is she a victim too?

Or is she just supposed to remain silent, for the sake of The Party’s narrative?

Whatever happened to “Believe All Women?”

The preening Moulton had known for a while that this bombshell was going to come out, sooner or later, one way or another.

The first inquiries by the Herald were made just before Moulton pranced over to an event in Lynn with Comrade Jim McGovern to defend food-stamp fraud by illegals.

For a narcissist like Moulton, that should have been a marvelous opportunity to virtue signal and denounce Orange Man Bad. But when Seth found out Herald reporter Tim Dunn was in the house, he took it on the lam out the back door.

That aborted Lynn photo op was a few days before the SOTU. The blizzard was on its way. I wondered whether Moulton would use the impending storm as an excuse to dump out of what was likely to be a big embarrassment down the road.

But it was not to be. At that moment, the Globe’s illegal alien du jour was one Seamus Culleton, an illegal Irish thug with a police record as long as his arm on two continents, a deadbeat dad in Eire with a black wife in the US who’d filed a police report about being called “n-word scum” by…. well, let’s just say, who knows who would make such a sick racial slur?

Certainly not anyone lionized by the Boston Globe, right?

As hopelessly in love as the Globe was with Seamus, they still dispatched another team of crack illegal-alien fluffers to accompany Marcelo and his political sugar daddy Moulton to D.C.

If you knew what was happening off stage with the Milford police reports, the subsequent photographs of Moulton and Marcelo in the Globe were quite revealing.

Normally, you never want to get between Seth and a camera, but in those pictures, he looked queasy, sick to his stomach.

In one or two of the hagiographic Globe snapshots, he even had his back turned to his illegal heart throb, Marcelo.

Of course the Globe’s Good-vs.-Evil narrative had to be maintained, no matter how bogus. Marcelo, we were told, had to flee the House chambers – after cheering for the US hockey team of course – because Trump’s evil ICE monsters might have picked him up.

Yeah, right. But now the hoax is over.

Moulton’s Senate campaign was already going poorly enough. The corrupt Democrat establishment in Massachusetts has pretty much fallen into lockstep behind the doddering, soon-to-be-80, low-IQ incumbent, Ed Markey.

Reelecting Markey is a no-brainer – a vote to keep his Senate seat open for another six years, when it will be time for Michelle or Ayanna or some other blow-in drifter from parts unknown to be anointed.

Let’s face it, nobody really likes Seth Moulton, any more than they liked John Kerry, to name two North Shore blue bloods cut from the same phony-baloney Ivy League cloth, in more ways than one.

Even in his own district, Moulton’s not that popular. He didn’t have to be to beat John Tierney.

Lately I’ve even heard stories that Moulton might be struggling to get 15% of the vote at the state Democrat convention. That’s the number he needs to get onto the September primary ballot against Markey.

That convention is the final weekend in May. More significantly, the filing deadline for Moulton to run for reelection in his own House district is May 5.

The electoral clock is tick-tick-ticking on this legend in his own mind, this mini-Kerry.

You must ask yourself, what is it with all these poster amigos for illegal immigration in Massachusetts? First Seamus Culleton, now Marcelo Gomes da Silva. Turns out they’re not quite the wonderful folks that the Globe kept telling us they were.

Oh well. As for Seth Moulton, you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here. Time to call a press conference and put your “CHOLOS FOR MOULTON!” signs back into mothballs.

If you don’t drop back into the House race, you’re a guaranteed loser, and then what happens, after the inevitable Profiles in Courage award and the brief adjunct professorship at the Kennedy School with all the other losing polticians?

But then what, Seth? What’s the most you can hope for? A talk show at one of the failed local National Panhandler Radio affiliates. A fake-news column in the Boston Globe with all the other frauds?

Or do you continue your endless apology tour to the trans community?

Seth Moulton – it would take a heart of stone not to laugh at your humiliation.

But, as you try to deal with the fallout from this latest catastrophe to befall that sad malaise, your political career, look on the bright side.

At least your Senate campaign lasted longer than your presidential bid in 2020.