SPARTZ TORCHES FORD: “STOP LYING ABOUT MY MONEY, CAREER POLITICIAN”

Gay State Senator JD Ford is on the left, Congresswoman Victoria Spartz is on the right

WESTFIELD — Victoria Spartz just took the gloves off and slapped them across J.D. Ford’s press operation.

In a September 22 campaign blast that reads less like a newsletter and more like a warning shot, the congresswoman accused her Democratic rival of falsifying publicly available facts about her finances — and doing it, she says, to bury his own record.

The charges Ford has been shopping: stock trades and a Westfield property tied to campaign cash.

Spartz’s answer, delivered with zero softness:

The assets Ford is waving around sat in her husband’s retirement account before she ever set foot in Congress.

The Westfield building isn’t some mystery slush house — it’s been the campaign headquarters. For years.

“Mr. Ford continues to misrepresent publicly available financial disclosures and make false accusations,” she said.

Then she went for the throat.

Political operatives who have never held a real job outside politics, she argued, are the actual Washington problem. They go there to enrich themselves. People who actually built businesses, farmed, ran numbers as a CPA, and then did a tour of duty in Congress? Different animal.

Translation from campaign-speak: You don’t get to lecture me about money when your whole career is the government paycheck.

She attached a letter. She dared him to debate. She did not ask nicely.

Ford has already refused to pull the allegations and is treating the “it’s my husband’s IRA” line as an insult to voters. Fine. That’s the fight. Spartz is betting voters can read a disclosure, tell the difference between a pre-Congress retirement account and a personal day-trading desk, and notice who spent their adult life in the Statehouse versus who actually had to make payroll.

Spicy version of her pitch: Ford’s got the volume. She’s claiming he’s got the facts wrong.

October debate. No more letters. Just two people on a stage and a pile of public filings that one of them insists the other keeps twisting.

That’s the heat she’s selling.