Song of the Day: Larry Craig's Theme.

Speaking of Larry, he seems to be dropping the "I'm not gay; I never have been gay" defense and switching to a "Hitting on someone is free speech" defense, coupled with a "Who's peace, exactly, was disturbed?" defense.

Breach of contract.

From the transcript of Larry Craig's arrest:

[Arresting Officer] DK: Okay. So we'll start over, you're gonna get out of here. You're gonna have to pay a fine and that will be it. Okay, I don't call media, I don't do any of that type of crap.

The meaning here is clear -- you plead guilty and I don't go to the press and it will all be over.

Larry Craig pled guilty, and "somehow" the press got ahold of it and it wasn't over.

When private citizens breach their contracts, even oral ones, even those not recorded unlike this one, they have to pay.

A little late, but I'm nominating Sergeant Dave Karsnia for the Douchebag of the Month Award.

Since YouTube seems to be working now . . .

. . . here's a bonus Song of The Day.

This one's for Larry Craig, who might not be resigning after all.


He's Back (The Man Behind The Mask)

Give 'em hell, Larry!

Lingering questions on The Craig Matter.

1. Who goes cruising for toilet sex in a suit and tie? Wouldn't you need something a little more easy-access, like maybe sweatpants?

2. Republicans have to resign after flirting with a twinky little cop in a men's room. Yet Democrats stay in office after hiding bribe money in their freezer, going on a bender and crashing their car into the Capitol, having "not sexual relations" with a chubby chick in the Oval Office (which is by any reasonable definition more public than a men's room), and drowning secretaries. Does this mean the Democrats will always win?

3. Can any place where you can shamelessly poop without repercussions really be considered public?

4. What's with this "known to cause resentment" crap? You can't do anything in Minnesota that others might resent? Well, *I* resent the Mondale candidacies! Arrest the bastard!

5. Was this a desire to engage in toilet sex per se, or is it a function of having to live in the closet? Where does a closeted man get some without a probability of being exposed (this case notwithstanding), if not in brief, anonymous, no-strings-attached encounters?

Bonus Song of the Day: There's little things you hide and little things that you show.

This one goes out to Larry Craig.