
ABOVE: K-Loaded
Seriously, I’m expecting the sky to cleave open at any minute and for the four horsemen of the apocalypse to come galloping over the clouds. K-Lo, over at America’s Shittiest Website™ (aka America’s Most Excruciatingly Slow Website™) has cited a statement of the National Organization for Women. Approvingly. It’s like hearing Brent Bozell confess a fondness for Allen Ginsburg’s “Howl,” seeing Tony Perkins reading Edmund White’s A Boy’s Own Story or discovering an essay by Megan McArdle on the role of the Aristotelian unities in the tragedies of Racine. In French.
The statement in question is NOW’s denunciation of the evil people at Gawker for revealing to the world that Christine O’Donnell once dressed up like a ladybug, got liquored up, picked up a guy and tried to bed him. Of course, my eschatological fantasy dissolved immediately when K-Lo engaged in that awesome wingnut superpower of mindreading.
I wonder if they would have issued the statement if Chris Coons weren’t so ahead in the polls.
Okay, two can play this game. I wonder whether K-Lo would have said this if Christine O’Donnell were ahead in the polls. Or if the Gawker piece detailed a 24-hour meth-fueled orgy with Barney Frank in a French maid’s outfit and GLAAD issued a statement about the harassment of gay politicians.
Here’s another thing I wonder with respect to all the howls of outrage at the Gawker piece. This is a situation where Christine O’Donnell publicly preached that sex outside of marriage is so bad that even to touch your own thingy down there is a sinful act of infidelity that makes the angels weep, the devils high-five each other in Hell, and more hair sprout on your palm than you’ll find on an unwaxed hooha or John Podhoretz’s back. And then she goes all Snooki when no one’s looking.
The Gawker story is not about harassment of a female politician. It’s about hypocrisy. No one dropped a stitch — nor should they have — when tales of Larry Craig’s escapades in his Capitol Hill townhouse were revealed, including sordid details about the mechanics of the encounter which make the reference in Gawker to Christine’s, er, you-know-what seem tame. If you run around preaching sexual morality, your own dalliances are fair game whether you’re male, female, gay, straight, or, like me, Belgian.










