Why do they do it?
Eliot Spitzer was the new Eliot Ness, the untouchable DA turned Governor who was going to clean up
Now that’s all gone.
Bill Clinton, one of the brightest and most engaged leaders this country ever had, squandered his legacy on the D.C. version of a groupie.
And JFK. And RFK. And that’s just Democrats we like.
Bush Sr. risked it all to keep his mistress close to him. McCain paid enough attention to his favorite lobbyist that his aides started ditching her at events. Reagan apparently didn’t mess around, at least not so anyone noticed, but then, he called his wife “mother,” so I think we can safely say there were other issues at work.
And what about MLK? Would it taint his legacy if we knew him to be a moral hypocrite, which I assume is what you call a preacher who cheats on his wife?
In other words, why do they have to be so damn human?
Power begets sexiness, my friends, at least for the mens. Even ugly-ass Kissinger enjoyed the perks enough to pronounce power the “ultimate aphrodisiac,” which is pretty much what it would have to be with him. Blech.
Yes, our leaders are all too human. They all are.
Look, friends, I appreciate your enthusiasm for one candidate over another, believe me I do, but if you don’t mind, I would like to get a couple of things straight between us:
1. Hillary, if elected, would make a fine president. She is smart and capable and willing to bust ass.
2. Obama would also make a fine president. He has a powerful vision, and the determination to see that vision through.
They’re both human. They’re both dirty. They’ve both voted for some stinko legislation in the name of political expediency. And both of their campaigns have leaked some nasty shit about the other.
Can we please not pretend otherwise?
Don’t idolize Obama, my friends. Your heart will only get broken when you find out dirt like, oh, that some guy who wanted political favors did a little sweetheart real-estate deal for him.
See? It hurts, doesn’t it? You feel your heart growing just a tad bit colder toward him, don’t you? You take it personally. And if you ever found out, for instance, that Obama had done what Spitzer did, it would devastate you.
That’s because you believe in political unicorns. Pure, unsullied creatures that act only out of motivation for others, never for themselves. They feel no lust, or greed, or hatred. They have never done anything shameful when they thought no one was looking. Ever. And you believe in them, you continue to believe in them, even though you are not a unicorn, and no one you know is a unicorn, and you’ve never known anyone to be a unicorn. Never. No one has ever turned out to be one, and yet you still think they’re out there.
But they don’t exist. They don’t exist. And the sooner you stop believing in them, the better.