Jack Windsor, an alleged reporter, is a woman-beating hack
The Rooster obtained the protection order filed by his now ex-wife. "He hit my daughter in the face and lied about it when she told me what happened."
On Saturday, while celebrating my first wedding anniversary in Hocking Hills, I awoke to two messages from alleged political reporter Jack Windsor.
Windsor had messaged me at 11:55 p.m. on Friday from “TheWindsorReport” seeking comment on a story about me “trying” to catfish former presidential candidate Vivek Ramaswamy.
Had I been awake at the time, I would have told Windsor that there was no “trying” about it. Ramaswamy, based on a single compliment, appeared in a parking lot adjacent to a famous chicken shack off Olentangy River Road.
The operation ended with Ramaswamy and his entourage standing outside the Woody Hayes Athletic Center, slowly realizing that Ramaswamy would not, in fact, be addressing the local football team.
Nevertheless, Windsor published the story roughly 10 minutes later. He then unblocked me on his personal account, sent me the link, and again asked for comment:
Given that what I had dubbed “Operation: Desperado” ended with me cackling like a rabid jackal while pedaling my bike through Ohio State’s campus, I was slightly mystified how Ramaswamy had “foiled” the prank.
But then it became clear: Ramaswamy had run to a right-wing propagandist in a feeble attempt to get in front of the story. Windsor, in a pathetic attempt to curry favor with a future gubernatorial candidate, wrote exactly what he was told, facts be damned.
Nevertheless, I responded to Windsor’s request for comment within minutes of seeing his ugly mug in my inbox. I then went to enjoy a peaceful hike in Hocking Hills, made possible by President Franklin Delano Roosevelt and the legendary New Deal, while Windsor flailed about in my inbox before blocking me once again like a weirdo:
Windsor never updated his piece with my official comment on the story, because, again, he’s a right-wing propagandist who will lie to his readers as long as it gains him favor with the odious cabal of leathery freaks that currently controls Ohio’s politics.
Later, Windsor responded in public, saying that he had foiled my attempt by posting footage of the interview taken by Ramaswamy’s team that has (probably) since been fired by their raging narcissist of a boss.
Again, had Windsor actually been interested in obtaining my side of the story instead of running with whatever Ramaswamy told him to write, he would have understood that the point of the prank was to see if I could pay Ramaswamy exactly one compliment and dupe him into thinking he would be addressing Columbus’ most famous football team.
The entire point of the “prank” was that Ramaswamy and his team did zero vetting. He appeared in that parking lot and then took his entourage to the Woody Hayes Center, only to be left frantically calling and texting a number he incorrectly believed belonged to the head football coach. It went down exactly how I had planned it.
The interview was mundane as I didn’t want to arouse the suspicion of his security guard. After all, I was just one man in a generic “Ohio” polo holding a $700 camera. And you don’t need a license to carry a concealed weapon in our state.
The event offered insight into how Windsor operates, and it’s familiar to anyone who watched the “Wine with DeWine” press conferences during the early days of the pandemic, which always featured a rambling non-sequitur of a question from a conspiracy theorist posing as a journalist.
It was also terrible timing for Windsor, as I’ve been meaning to get around to writing about his history as a domestic abuser in every sense of the phrase.
Yesterday, an old friend tapped me on the shoulder and sent the entire two-year protection order against Windsor, filed by his now ex-wife in 2018.
Here is a majority of the document, with some parts censored to protect the identity of the ex-wife and the children involved.
The detailed account lists dates and incidents over the course of three years that paint Windsor as a controlling, insecure, and vindictive domestic partner.
In fact, I won’t even do the document the indignity of trying to summarize it. It’s something that should be read in full, so people can understand what kind of person they’re dealing with it when it comes to Windsor:
Unlike Windsor, I am actually interested in publishing the truth, or at least how I have come to understand it. As such, I called Windsor last night to obtain a comment for the story.
He didn’t answer, but he texted me back about an hour later:
I regret taking the potshots at his height in the heat of battle. That was my bad, and I’ll attempt to do better in the future.
However, as you see, Windsor offered a generic statement about a “tough divorce” while noticeably lacking any statement of remorse for his actions.
As of this writing, it’s been nearly 12 hours since I asked for clarification on what, exactly, was incorrect about what was alleged in the protection order? Windsor saw the question, and the document in full, and instead chose to leave me on read.
My last text in that exchange happened at 9:51 p.m. Saturday.
At 10:03 p.m., Windsor tweeted the following image and pinned it to his Twitter profile, which you can view here:
And that, my friends, is why Jack Windsor isn’t a journalist. He’s a smarmy, bootlicking lickspittle who remains unrepentant about beating women and children.
And most importantly, he’s always the victim.
In that way, he’s the perfect press organ for Secretary of State Frank LaRose, Lieutenant Governor Jon Husted and State Senate President Matt Huffman—all of whom have regularly treated Windsor as a legitimate journalist.
As my old therapist was fond of saying, water always finds its own level.
Going after a Short King like Windsor...SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! LOL
Tex Fishcher changed his name - Is he legally able to vote in the house and run for reelection? Going a bit further, Since JD Vance has changed his names NUMEROUS times, is he legally our Senator and able to be on the VP ticket in Ohio?