commenter noblesavage had the following to say in response to my previous post about the despicable philanderer edwards:
IMHO, I have never been much of a fan of Edwards, but I guess the question is, so what? He cheats on his wife and had a love child. As Bill Clinton or Jack Kennedy so ably demonstrated, personal foibles are not particularly well related to professional ability.
You are implicitly making such a connection without stating it outright. I'm not sure that is true.
you're goddam right i'm making such a connection, noblesavage, and i guess after ten years it's high time i put my thoughts about this issue into writing.
see, throughout the whole monica lewinsky debacle, i found myself having to rebut a never-ending stream of idiotic commentary from a lot of otherwise very intelligent people along the lines of, "yeah, so he lied? big deal--of course he lied; what married man wouldn't? whatever bill did or didn't do with monica/paula/gennifer/[your name here] should be between him and hillary."
and you know what? if we were in france, that would be true; it wouldn't make a goddam bit of difference--hell, it sure hasn't hurt sarkozy.
problem is, we're not in france; we're in provincial, puritanical america. and if you're an american politician and you cheat on your spouse--and knowing that nothing will alienate an american voter quicker than hypocrisy--you have to lie about it. and as soon as you start down that road, two things happen: (1) you become vulnerable to forces beyond your control; and (2) you become a chronic liar, conspirator, obstructor and coverer-upper--it becomes second nature.
and if you really don't think that combination doesn't have any bearing on an elected official's effectiveness, allow me to tell you the following story (widely documented everywhere--google it):
los angeles, august 1962: two fbi agents, watching the apartment of judith campbell (former lover of mob boss sam giancana and current lover of president john kennedy) observe a break-in into her apartment by two brothers whose getaway car, it later turns out, had been rented by their father, the chief of security of a little second-tier defense contractor by the name of general dynamics (maybe you've heard of 'em).
the fbi agents do not interfere; they merely file a report (which, thanks to the freedom of information act, is available to us today).
three months later, the pentagon just happens to pick general dynamics for an unexpected outta-the-blue multibillion-dollar defense contract. wow--lucky, huh?
later that same year, defense secretary robert mcnamara overrules strenuous recommendations by both the air force and the navy and, instead, orders the experimental tsx fighter plane (later named the f-111) to be built by--guess who? well, if you guessed boeing, mcdonnell-douglas or hughes, you'd be wrong. nope, it went to our old friends general dynamics--a huge coup of almost incalculable profitability for a company with relatively little aircraft experience that few thought was even in the running.
after a disastrous start-up of the tsx program by a company which was clearly in over its head and resultant outrage at billions of wasted dollars (yeah, we used to get outraged about shit like that), a congressional investigation is ordered for early 1964--which resultant scandal might well have torpedoed any chance at a kennedy second term (had he lived long enough for the investigation to occur, of course).
and all this blackmail, intrigue and wasted billions of taxpayer dollars simply because the president couldn't keep it in his pants.
it mattered in 1962--and it matters now.
as for clinton, if you really wanna try and convince me that the last two-and-a-half years of his second term weren't totally dictated by the fact that he--the most powerful man on earth--not only was fucking around, but was fucking around with whatever young, stupid, emotionally unstable little twits he could get his hands on, then you're gonna have to tap-dance pretty hard (and god only knows how he sold the interests of his country down the river in order to keep other scandals quiet that we'll never know about).
and that, noblesavage, pretty much sums up the problem i have with promiscuous-yet-pious family-values-type politicians--of whichever party.
you wanna rebut? be my fucking guest.
sober update: jeez, i worked myself up into a fine, drunken froth over that one, didn't i?