Republican Representative Aaron Schock does not want to talk about this congressional office.  At all.  Nope.  Not talking.

Aaron Schock is real fond of showing off his six pack.  I suspect that his shirt often just falls off when cameras are around, which appears to be often because if you search the internets for a picture of him, a whole bunch of them are missing a shirt.  That’s oaky.  He’s a real cutie pie and, Honey, he knows it.

Bless his heart, he even did a magazine cover about his body.  He’s proud of that manly sucker.

His office?  Not so much.  It’s been described as lavish.  In my mind, it’s a tad fussy for a grown man who is not wearing a powdered wig.

A Washington Post reporter got to see it.  Shock’s interior decorator gave him a tour.

She introduced herself as Annie Brahler, the interior decorator whose company is called Euro Trash. She guided me to Schock’s private office, revealing another dramatic red room. This one with a drippy crystal chandelier, a table propped up by two eagles, a bust of Abraham Lincoln and massive arrangements of pheasant feathers.

I dunno.  Maybe he’s a pheasant hunter.  If not, he’s probably into some kinky stuff.

His office tried their darnest to kill the story.

Then, my phone rang.

It was Schock’s communications director, Benjamin Cole.

“Are you taking pictures of the office?” he asked. “Who told you you could do that? . . . Okay, stay where you are. You’ve created a bit of a crisis in the office.”

I wonder how this is going to play in Peoria, Schock’s district.  That probably explains the crisis, right?

Thanks to chloe bear for the heads up.