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Homing in on BushCo's Hypocritic Oath
L'affaire Gannon (AmericaBlog, which led in breaking the story, stays on top of it) came alive this week in the MSM and on cable talk shows. Among the latter, notable was Anderson Cooper's standup questioning, and Keith Olbermann's branded snark. The senior online commentariat weighed in as well, conspicuously Sidney Blumenthal at Salon. Here's an excerpt from Blumenthal, under

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Midnight Cowboy in the Garden of Bush and Evil:

Thus a phony journalist planted by a Republican operation, used by the White House press secretary to interrupt questions from the press corps, called on by the president for a safe question, protected from FBI vetting by the press office, disseminating innuendo and smears about critics and opponents of the administration, some of them gay-baiting, was unmasked not only as a hireling and fraud but as a gay prostitute, with enormous potential for blackmail [...]

Lifting the heavy Puritan curtain draping Bush's Washington reveals enlightening scenes of its decadent anthropology. Even as Guckert's true colors were revealed, the administration issued orders that the words "gay," "lesbian," "bisexual" and "transgender" be removed from the program of a federally funded conference on suicide prevention. But the transparent hypocrisy of conservative "values" hardly deters a ruthless government.

On the other hand l'affaire Keyes was pretty much a two-day story. You know. Maya Keyes, daughter of homophobic rightwinger Alan Keyes, came out at a rally for gay marriage equality in Annapolis. Ms. Keyes said her parents knew of her sexual orientation before her father, citing Mary Cheney, called lesbians "selfish hedonists." She said that her parents lectured her and tried to get her to "change." When that effort was unsuccessful, they cut her off, even refusing to pay her tuition at Brown University. (It's my understanding that her friends have gathered round with financial help, and Brown has offered her a scholarship.)

Once again we are reminded that they who dare preach "family values" at us are oftentimes themselves destroyers of families, including their own. And that the self-appointed Guardians of Morality are themselves guilty of the very "violations" they rage against.

Whatever floats your boat

The qualities that make Gil a great forensic investigator—patience, attention to detail, the refusal to make moral judgments about physical facts—can be naturally extrapolated into the qualities of a great lover.

Gil Grissom, just in case you don't know, is the hero of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, the hit TV series which often features kinky sex. (Promo for this week's show: "A big shot casino owner is found dead on the steps of his mansion, stripped of his clothing. As the CSIs investigate they are led into the world of adult infantilism, when men wear diapers and are serviced by wet nurses.") According to surfergirl at Slate, Grissom's peculiar nature and the range of his knowledge and interests make him an object of female viewers' sexual fantasies. Well, OK, I guess I can understand that. I, too, have a history of fascination with men who show an unorthodox turn of mind, backed by intellectual depth. And yes, I can imagine myself being turned on by his

endless stash of esoterica, quoting Proust, Shakespeare, Twain, and Poe at will, casually observing that "raccoons have opposable thumbs," or alluding wearily to his theory that "organized sports are the paradigmatic model of a just society."

But I'm not so sure about this part: Grissom is a "gray-haired, slightly dumpy, middle-aged workaholic who probably smells faintly of formaldehyde." Obviously there's something pretty deep and as yet unexplored (for which we should perhaps be grateful) going on here in the collective female psyche. Personally, I prefer Johnny Depp.

Post script
Inflating the Wages of Sin
The Tender Trap