It's Not the Sex, Stupid, It's the Company

It's nice when the morning's news brings a real belly-laugh howler. In past days Sen David Vitter of Louisiana did a heartfelt mea culpa after it was revealed that his phone number was on the list of a Washington, D.C. madam. Yes, he admitted, he had succumbed once in a moment of weakness and hired a call girl (which is to the prostitution business what home delivery is to Chinese food). He begged his wife, family, and constituents to forgive him his one transgression. Now it turns out the "family values" Republican was a regular client of a New Orleans brothel, which puts him in the awkward position of having to apologize for his apology. This has been happening increasingly lately to the lying scum underbelly of society called politicians. But there's a sweet side to the story. The ladies Vitter frequented say he was a real gentlemen, who basically needed someone to talk to. Yeah, right. One can always start conversations with people in the park feeding pigeons. His supporters are breathing a sigh of relief it didn't turn out he was gay.