We haven’t given the Al Gore al-legations much bandwidth here, but not out of any high-and-mightiness of attitude or self-congratulatory moral superiority.
On the contrary, they haven’t dug a gutter deep enough to repel us.
Speaking for myself, I just didn’t care enough: Al Gore is more than enough of a figure of mock and ridicule without his divorce or his alleged sexual assault on a masseuse in a hotel room.
But listening to some of the police reports read out on the radio yesterday (a repeat broadcast of a local show), I think I was hasty:
In a bizarre statement to police, the Oregon woman who claims that Al Gore fondled and groped her during a massage session described the former Vice President as a giggling “crazed sex poodle” who gave a “come hither” look before pouncing on her in a Portland hotel suite. In a taped January 2009 interview with cops, the 54-year-old woman, a licensed masseuse whose name has been redacted from police records, read from a lengthy prepared statement that detailed her alleged October 2006 encounter with Gore at the Hotel Lucia. Excerpts from the Portland Police Bureau transcript of the 2009 interview can be found on the following pages. In December 2006, a lawyer for the woman told police about the purported encounter, but after the masseuse cancelled three interview appointments, the case was closed due to her refusal to “cooperate with the investigation or even report a crime.” It is unclear why, two years later, she approached Portland police and sought to memorialize her allegations against Gore, who she portrayed as a tipsy, handsy predator who forced her to drink Grand Marnier, pinned her to a bed, and forcibly French kissed her. The woman’s statement–which could be mistaken for R-rated Vice Presidential fan fiction–describes Gore as a man with a “violent temper as well as extremely dictatorial commanding attitude besides his Mr. Smiley Global Warming concern persona.” After fleeing Gore’s suite, the woman returned home to discover, a la Lewinsky, “stains on the front of my black slacks.” Suspecting that the stains were Gore bodily fluids, the woman made sure not to clean them. “I carefully hung them up and decided to be sure not to launder them until I knew more what to do with what had happened. Just my intuition.”
Intuition? Honey, that’s called history. And there’s plenty more goo where that came from if you want to read the pdf file.
But let’s pause and reflect, shall we? This is hardly a scoop, but big-deal Democrats are a pretty randy bunch. Starting, I suppose, with JFK in the early 60s (presidential affairs go back a lot further than that, but Kennedy turned a pastime into a competitive sport). The Kennedy clan alone must be responsible for half the semen spillage on the East Coast from, say, 1952 to the present day. Bill Clinton certainly emulated his role model in that way, and I suppose you could say Al Gore was just trying to exorcise his inner demon-crats, as well.
We also have Gary Hart aboard the Monkey Business…
John Edwards and Rielle Hunter…
Client No. 9 with his vendor…
Why is this man smiling?
Alleged stalker Marion Barry with his alleged stalkee…
Along with other affirmative action extramarital lovers, Jesse Jackson, Kwame Kirkpatrick, David Paterson, and, of course, President Obama’s all-consuming love of himself:
Plus gay Democrats (married and unmarried) like Barney Frank, whose boyfriend ran a gay brothel out of their apartment; Gerry Studds, who had sex with a teenage House page; and Jim McGreevey.
(Some of these leches courtesy of Boycott Liberalism.)
And let’s not forget Chandra Levy, whose murder is still unsolved, but whose ties to Democratic Congressman Gary Condit were well chronicled…
And did I mention the Kennedys?
This is just a Whitman Sampler of Democrat lotharios—and lord knows Republicans have had their own Casanovae—but when you have a line-up of sexual predators, alleged rapists, suspected murderers, serial stalkers and texters, johns, among the every day, run-of-the-mill scumbags as your party’s leadership, what does that say about the party—and even what it stands for?
PS: Did I mention the Kennedys?