I was going to say something, finally, about Gary
Condit, but then I saw this article. Enjoy: -- Rlee
HOW WE SIN TODAY: THE MIND OF A SERIAL ADULTERER
By Maggie Gallagher
I haven't been able to bring myself to write about L'Affaire
Condit, because everything I wanted to say seemed just too obvious:
Powerful men who cheat on their wives and mislead cops about
missing girls are scummy. Girls who imagine that sleeping with
powerful scummy men proves they are cool, independent, sexy
adults are wrong and foolish. Sex with the Gary Condits of the
world doesn't make you special. Men like that are easy to attract:
Just be alive, available and not visibly deformed.
Years ago, George Gilder wrote the great and simple
truth that even smart young women need to be told, because the
cost of learning it by trial and error is just too high: "She
thinks there is a close correlation between the men she can
seduce and the men she might marry. But a young princess can
seduce the vast majority of men. Unless very securely married,"
-- or, I might add, of unusually strong character -- "virtually
any man will sleep with any attractive young woman. In Washington
the liberated princess can sleep with senators. In Hollywood,
with directors and movie stars. Everywhere she can sleep with
her boss." Apparently Chandra, like Monica, started out
having a wild mutual affair and ended up all alone, waiting
by the phone, fantasizing about the wedding.
If Democrats are increasingly upset with the way
Condit is monopolizing the airwaves, they have only themselves
to blame. Before Clinton, the script for politicians caught
cavorting was clear: From Wilbur Mills up through Bob Packwood,
public hanky-panky earned you a quick kick in the tushy, as
your friends and enemies alike said sayonara, buddy.
Thanks to Clinton, we are now treated to solemn
disquisitions about whether adultery, per se, is a good reason
to vote a congressman out of office. Adultery plus a probably
dead girl? Adultery plus a pol who misled cops about the probably
dead girl? Please. The Gephardts of the world gave the disgraced
pol a good, fair chance to talk himself out of trouble, feeding
the media frenzy that crowds out any serious political discussion
for a season or two.
But talking yourself out of trouble, it turns
out, is harder than it looked in the halcyon Clinton days. And
even Clinton, you will recall, failed miserably the first time
out of the box on "60 Minutes," looking at least as
self-righteous, unrepentant and self-serving as Condit.
What Condit needed to do was obvious: Acknowledge
wrongdoing, sound very sorry, and avoid trashing any Levy. Why
was that so hard? The answer, I think, is not bad advice or
stupidity. It lies in the nature of the beast.
Condit's disastrous interviews provide us a clear
window into the mind of a serial adulterer. To act as Condit
did requires certain habits of the mind. This is how sin happens.
We don't set out to do something very wrong. We make up stories
that sound good to ourselves about how the thing really isn't
that wrong, or how it really isn't anybody else's business.
Before we lie to others, we lie to ourselves.
Do that, and it can be hard to find the truth again, even when
it is obvious nothing but the truth will do.
So there is Abbe Lowell, Condit's lawyer, saying
that Condit didn't lie when he told Mrs. Levy and the police
he wasn't having an affair with Levy, just as he didn't lie
when he claimed he and a stewardess named Anna Marie Smith had
no relationship: "What Congressman Condit was trying to
say was, whatever their dealings were, whatever they shared,
whatever they were to each other, it wasn't a relationship."
I think Lowell is telling the truth about Gary
Condit's twisted inner state of mind. He didn't even know he
was lying on national television, because he had carefully,
systematically swallowed his own lies long ago. This is the
way we sin now.
(Readers may reach Maggie Gallagher at GallagherIAV@Yahoo.com.)

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