Dear Tabin & the rest of Planet Earth,

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.