The Dishonorable James West, the soon to be former Mayor of Spokane, WA has made headlines recently. Apparently, he putts from the rough but bosses his caddy about and calls 'Mulligan' a lot.
Personally, I don't care if you're a panty-sniffer. As long as you're not violating minors or coercing adults, get your rocks off whatever way you like. But if you're a politico, don't take the Bill Clinton model too seriously. Yes, he did as his penis directed, lied and beat an impeachment despite being dead to rights guilty, but he had forty soccer-moms lined up in mini-vans waiting to give him his next blow when he left the deposition. And outside his curious, Arkansas-Honkey-in-Harlem offices, where he'll campaign for his unfortunate choice in spouses in about a year.
But if you're going to be a panty-sniffer or play 'Gag Factor' with undergrad interns, don't vote against panty-sniffing and probing the dental work of college girls. That's where Jim West really fucked up.
No one will convince me that sixty-odd-percent of Spokane voters care if he fucks men. What blew him out was hypocrisy. Even at an American Legion hall, some Pearl Harbor (it's Pearl Harbor Day, you know, the anniversary of when we went spoiling for a fight with Japan because we couldn't bring ourselves to go to war over the mere genocide of Jews) vet will tell you he doesn't care if the mayor's a fag. But don't be a gay politician and then vote to keep gay sex criminal.
That's what sunk Jim West's career (not that a lost career in politics is a bad thing, maybe he'll go on to do something actually productive), but if he'd spent his career voting for gay marriage (share the misery, don't deny queers the right to marital entrapments), and other 'pro-gay' laws (like ones that let you sue without cause after failing to prove you've been discriminated against for incompetence, gender, age, race, religion, nipple ring diameter, etc.
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