Speaking of which, I admit it, I am not a good person. I am genuinely enjoying the fact that our own Little Roy Cohn, not altogether unlike Emma Bovary, is finally, painfully waking up to the fact that the political figure to which he has betrothed himself so profoundly and abjectly during the past three years has been using him for kicks, mocking his assignations while professing his true allegiance to those who would stigmatize gays as less than human and even rewrite the U.S. Constitution to prevent their becoming—Andy’s own words—“free at last.”
The ironies are too thick and laden with multiple metaphor to unpack here. (I wonder how many slaves fell—politically speaking—for Jefferson Davis…) And I haven’t even mentioned the drunken-sailor spending spree that used to define exactly what a conservative isn’t—at least in the days before Karl Rove ran the country. My heart almost goes out to the guy. Being the world’s most famous gaycatholictoryMcCarthyiteGAPmodel ain’t as easy as it used to be.
::Tullycast:: 