Did Senator Al Franken try to kiss subordinates he shouldn't have? Suggesting a kiss was "my right as a celebrity" sounds like a gag, just like the photo taken during his USO tour, fondling the air around his fellow clown's breast implants. The trouble is, beside the partisan accusations from right wing bimbo Leeann Tweeden and other dubiously provable complaints from selfie partners, the other transgressions are reported anonymously. It's not accurate to say women "keep coming forward" to accuse Franken, when their identities are being shielded by media agencies hostile to Franken. The senator's resignation shows great respect to the #MeToo movement, but dishonors representational politics. Of course Franken's resignation is true to his party's character. In DC, Democrats play the ringer who capitulates. Alabama Republican Roy Moore's philandering is far more toxic, but God Bless Him, he's sticking to his guns, because he dances with them that brought him. Moore doesn't represent 13 year old girls nor victimized women. Roy Moore represents the patriarchal kleptocracy and he's got a job to do. I applaud Franken for setting a moral example, but if I was a constituent I'd be screwed. Couldn't Franken have scored higher politically by saying I'm a sexist wretch, like many men in power, but I'm not going to step down until our creepy president does.
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When court jesters stop laughing at despots they expect you to stop too
They're funny, they're clever, and their comedy can be dead serious, but it turns out when political comedians actually are dead serious they expect their audience to come to heel. Bernie Sanders was just a laugh, look at yourself, you fell for it. Court jesters pile on the ridicule of whoever's the ruler, but when the diversion is over, the joke's on you, now shut up. Said Sarah Silverman to heartbroken Bernie delegates: "Don't be ridiculous." Adds Seth Meyers: "We don't have time for this."
Al Franken in the house bada boom
Al Franken has no sooner reached Washington, that he's fulfilling his comedic promise, no small thing. At the Judge Sotomayor confirmation hearing, Franken framed his parting question thus: he too was a Perry Mason fan, could Judge Sotomayor name the lone case which the television barrister famously lost? Giggles all around. Surprising no one, Ms. Sotomayor was stumped. She could not name the case or the episode, though she'd claimed Perry Mason as an early inspiration for her practice of law. Probably to step on Senator Franken's cheap stunt, Chairman Patrick Leahy threw the question back at Franken: he'll bite, what was the famous lost case? "I don't know either" said Franken, "that's why I asked." Bada Boom. If Franken had looked it up on Wikipedia already, he wasn't about to pretend to know more than a Supreme Court candidate. And if the joke got a laugh, there's nothing gained by explaining it. What Franken really drew out of his adversary was a concession to the shallowness of the hearing's veneer. First, because a teevee legal case was as relevant as the other scattershot issues into which Sonia Sotomayor's detractors were trying to mire her. And second, because all the pretense of getting-to-know-you curiosity masked nothing more than trick questions. Al Franken's colleague expected him to know the answer because legislators only asked questions to which they knew what they wanted Sotomayor to say. Franken played Mr. Smith Goes to Washington brilliantly, he'd asked an honest question. And he wasn't through. When the chairman's microphone lost its power, Franken proclaimed that his still worked, and did Senator Leahy want to switch places?