It comes as no surprise that the Representative from Palm Beach
-- that island version of Los Angeles -- could unite all the
hallmarks of LA dementia under the one roof of his own dark soul:
same-sex child lust, substance abuse, a bad work ethic, and cultish
membership. Hand in hand they walk down the aisle. Though
Scientology may well have turned Beck against the trough of failure
and depredation that is hipster LA, his cohort has a healthy range
of straight-up cults from which to choose. Of course, swinging and
comprehensive drug use may be chosen a la carte. And choose they
do. No surprise the Former Congressman has been to the City of
Angels, where the discreet can indulge their every delight; but
what foul river of bilge connects, winding Styx-like beneath the
Earth, LA to Palm Beach to New York to Washington? Is it power?
Money? Bad karma? What recourse have we, as the new domino effect
takes its grim toll, but to exclamations of disgust (such as mine, here, rated PG-13 for
"mature themes")? Why did our leadership take the "Defend the Frat"
option at the first opportunity? These errors are not, despite the
Democrats' line, hallmarks of power but of powerlessness. And that taint stains.