Great News for Republicans

Jay Leno, last night:

And this madam says that Vitter was not only having sex with the prostitutes -- this is unbelievable -- he would also pay them to dress him up in a diaper. See, that's what you call a pampered politician. And she also said today in an interview that he sometimes paid $300 an hour just to have the hookers talk to him because his wife didn't listen to him. Well, I bet she's all ears now."

Times-Picayune, this morning:

Pearson Cross, political science professor at the University of Louisiana-Lafayette, said that Vitter could benefit if his troubles turn into a partisan duel.

"That will clearly play in his favor because that would seem piling on..."

Yes, professor, it's always good news when rumors about your senator's diaper kink go mainstream and wind up as fodder for late-night comedians.

Face it, Vitter is going to have to resign. May be sooner, may be later, but Pampered David Vitter (R - Of Course) is done. Once Jay Leno starts cracking wise about your penchant for Pampers it's not long before your Senate colleagues start joining in the fun and using a diaper pin to clip together mark-ups of whatever sort of crazed legislation you're trying to pass. Soon, you can't go to your home state because every time you walk into a Starbucks there's going to be some wiseass asking you to show the new mom sipping the Venti skim milk Frappuchino with Splenda how to work the tabs on the latest iteration of Huggies. Next thing you know, the wife is glaring at you over the Cajun style Rice-a-Roni and wondering just how much money you spent indulging your little fetish because rather than listening to you she was too busy seething over Bill and heaping contempt on Hillary on your behalf.

You know, when this thing broke, I asked my fellow Atriots if it was greedy to hope that at least one of the hookers was a guy. But Gordon Gecko was wrong: greed really isn't good. It really isn't necessary, either. Because when you're dealing with a twisted, far-right religious freak Republican pal of David Duke, truth really is stranger -- and more wonderful -- than either fiction or anything you could ever hope for.