Daschle and Moore: Hallucinatory Hugs and Denials of Affection

MensNewsDaily ^ | 7/12/04 | Leslie Alexander

[LibWhacker]

Tom Daschle’s adamant denial of an embrace with Michael Moore elicits flashbacks of a president, a wagging finger, and a similar disclaimer: “I did not have sexual relations with that woman.” I didn’t! Honest.

Someone is smoking something, and it has resulted in a hallucination of epic proportion. Even in an age when sex is not sex and ejaculatory release with anyone at all and no one in particular is de rigueur, I thought a hug was still a hug.

In classic one-night-stand tradition, one partner (Michael) fell in love and the other (Tom) pretends not to recall the evening. How could Tom be so cruel?

Hugs are in, you know. The Johns have exhanged so many adoring gazes and ultra-sincere embraces it makes a straight man blush. We have become so accustomed to these gushing displays that the offer of a full frontal lip-lock will seem the natural outcome of this now-fashionable political PDA.

Tom Daschle still has plausible deniability, though. He refuses to admit physical connection with the Moore man. He has erected — er, put up — a wall of political and emotional distance, and one has to ask why.

There is a strategy at work. Tom’s a bright guy, and he is positioning himself to deny close ideological association with the Moore man — in case it all falls flat and the bloom is off the rose.

Michael and Monica. Two quickly forgotten castoffs. Two confused, former bedfellows — I mean floor — desk — chair — fellows. Oh, whatever.

Some people never stop running around.

[NautiNurse]

Poor little Tommy has angry 'Rats screaming to oust him from his minority leader seat on the Hill.

[Rokurota]

I'll wait to decide on this stuff until the DNA evidence from Tommy's blue dress comes in.

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