By the way, just wanted to chime in on the Senator Vitter prostitution story. Excuse me while I stifle a yawn. I don't even find it surprising, much less shocking, that a Senator had sex with a prostitute. And the fact that this happened so long ago . . . who uncovered it, the Congressional archivist?
But I would like to say BRAVO! Bravo to the Gentleman from Louisiana for handling this the way it should be handled. It was treated with an absolutely perfectly appropriate and proportionate amount of contrition and regret. Without dwelling on it or allowing it to be sensationalized. O’P applauds you.
"Wendy and I dealt with this personally several years ago," the senator said. "I believe I received forgiveness from God. I know I did from Wendy."
And guess what, people? That should be the end of that. We get SO hung up on the sex lives of our politicians, constantly looking for something that could incriminate them. Do I think that’s it’s a noble thing that he poked a prostitute? No. But I also don’t really think it’s any of our business, as long as he was doing his job as a Senator and not persecuting prostitutes along the way.
See, it’s not the activity, but the hypocrisy that gets me. Ted Haggard, preaching against his own nature. Mark Foley’s creepy Gidget fantasies (“Oh, Moon Doggie, are you wearing boxers?”) Jesse Helms and his secret black lovechild. That’s where it really rankles me.
So, as much as I like to see the Republicans hoisted on their own petards, I actually think Senator and Mrs. Vitter should be left alone on this. They’ve addressed it. It’s acknowledged. There’s no scandal. Drop it.
Oh, and also, I LOVED the quote from Mrs. Vitter from way back when (2000), when asked how she would react if her husband were to have an affair. "I'm a lot more like Lorena Bobbitt than Hillary. If he does something like that, I'm walking away with one thing, and it's not alimony, trust me."
No word from the Senator’s camp about the intact-ness of his bits.