I Did Have Sexual Relations With That Woman

By FRANK RICH
Published: July 22, 2007
IT'S not just the resurgence of Al Qaeda that is taking us back full
circle to the fateful first summer of the Bush presidency. It's the
hot sweat emanating from Washington. Once again the capital is
titillated by a scandal featuring a member of Congress, a woman who is
not his wife and a rumor of crime. Gary Condit, the former Democratic
congressman from California, has passed the torch of below-the-Beltway
sleaziness to David Vitter, an incumbent (as of Friday) Republican
senator from Louisiana.

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Mr. Vitter briefly faced the press to explain his "very serious sin,"
accompanied by a wife who might double for the former Mrs. Jim
McGreevey. He had no choice once snoops hired by the avenging
pornographer Larry Flynt unearthed his number in the voluminous phone
records of the so-called D.C. Madam, now the subject of a still-young
criminal investigation. Newspapers back home also linked the senator
to a defunct New Orleans brothel, a charge Mr. Vitter denies. That
brothel's former madam, while insisting he had been a client, was one
of his few defenders last week. "Just because people visit a
whorehouse doesn't make them a bad person," she helpfully told the
Baton Rouge paper, The Advocate.

Mr. Vitter is not known for being so forgiving a soul when it comes to
others' transgressions. Even more than Mr. Condit, who once co-
sponsored a bill calling for the display of the Ten Commandments in
public buildings, Mr. Vitter is a holier-than-thou family-values
panderer. He recruited his preteen children for speaking roles in his
campaign ads and, terrorism notwithstanding, declared that there is no
"more important" issue facing America than altering the Constitution
to defend marriage.

But hypocrisy is a hardy bipartisan perennial on Capitol Hill, and
hardly news. This scandal may leave a more enduring imprint. It comes
with a momentous pedigree. Mr. Vitter first went to Washington as a
young congressman in 1999, to replace Robert Livingston, the
Republican leader who had been anointed to succeed Newt Gingrich as
speaker of the House. Mr. Livingston's seat had abruptly become vacant
after none other than Mr. Flynt outed him for committing adultery.
Since we now know that Mr. Gingrich was also practicing infidelity
back then - while leading the Clinton impeachment crusade, no less -
the Vitter scandal can be seen as the culmination of an inexorable sea
change in his party.

And it is President Bush who will be left holding the bag in history.
As the new National Intelligence Estimate confirms the failure of the
war against Al Qaeda and each day of quagmire signals the failure of
the war in Iraq, so the case of the fallen senator from the Big Easy
can stand as an epitaph for a third lost war in our 43rd president's
legacy: the war against sex.

During the 2000 campaign, Mr. Bush and his running mate made a point
of promising to "set an example for our children" and to "uphold the
honor and the dignity of the office." They didn't just mean that there
would be no more extramarital sex in the White House. As a matter of
public policy, abstinence was in; abortion rights, family planning and
homosexuality were out. Mr. Bush's Federal Communications Commission
stood ready to punish the networks for four-letter words and wardrobe
malfunctions. The surgeon general was forbidden to mention condoms or
the morning-after pill.

To say that this ambitious program has fared no better than the
creation of an Iraqi unity government is an understatement. The sole
lasting benchmark to be met in the Bush White House's antisex agenda
was the elevation of anti-Roe judges to the federal bench. Otherwise,
Sodom and Gomorrah are thrashing the Family Research Council and the
Traditional Values Coalition day and night.

The one federal official caught on the D.C. Madam's phone logs ahead
of Mr. Vitter, Randall Tobias, was a Bush State Department official
whose tasks had included enforcing a prostitution ban on countries
receiving AIDS aid. Last month Rupert Murdoch's Fox network succeeded
in getting a federal court to throw out the F.C.C.'s "indecency"
fines. Polls show unchanging majority support for abortion rights and
growing support for legal recognition of same-sex unions exemplified
by Mary Cheney's.

Most amazing is the cultural makeover of Mr. Bush's own party. The
G.O.P. that began the century in the thrall of Rick Santorum, Bill
Frist and George Allen has become the brand of Mark Foley and Mr.
Vitter. Not a single Republican heavyweight showed up at Jerry
Falwell's funeral. Younger evangelical Christians, who may care more
about protecting the environment than policing gay people, are up for
political grabs.

Nowhere is this cultural revolution more visible - or more fun to
watch - than in the G.O.P. campaign for the White House. Forty years
late, the party establishment is finally having its own middle-aged
version of the summer of love, and it's a trip. The co-chairman of
John McCain's campaign in Florida has been charged with trying to
solicit gay sex from a plainclothes police officer. Over at YouTube,
viewers are flocking to a popular new mock-music video in which "Obama
Girl" taunts her rival: "Giuliani Girl, you stop your fussin'/ At
least Obama didn't marry his cousin."

As Margery Eagan, a columnist at The Boston Herald, has observed, even
the front-runners' wives are getting into the act, trying to one-up
one another with displays of what she described as their "ample and
aging" cleavage. The décolletage primary was kicked off early this
year by the irrepressible Judith Giuliani, who posed for Harper's
Bazaar giving her husband a passionate kiss. "I've always liked
strong, macho men," she said. This was before we learned she had
married two such men, not one, before catching the eye of America's
Mayor at Club Macanudo, an Upper East Side cigar bar, while he was
still married to someone else.

Whatever the ultimate fate of Rudy Giuliani's campaign, it is the
straw that stirs the bubbling brew that is the post-Bush Republican
Party. The idea that a thrice-married, pro-abortion rights, pro-gay
rights candidate is holding on as front-runner is understandably
driving the G.O.P.'s increasingly marginalized cultural warriors
insane. Not without reason do they fear that he is in the vanguard of
a new Republican age of Addams-family values and moral relativism.
Once a truculent law-and-order absolutist, Mr. Giuliani has even
shrugged off the cocaine charges leveled against his departed South
Carolina campaign chairman, the state treasurer Thomas Ravenel, as a
"highly personal" matter.

The religious right's own favorite sons, Sam Brownback and Mike
Huckabee, are no more likely to get the nomination than Ron Paul or,
for that matter, RuPaul. The party's faith-based oligarchs are getting
frantic. Disregarding a warning from James Dobson of Focus on the
Family, who said in March that he didn't consider Fred Thompson a
Christian, they desperately started fixating on the former Tennessee
senator as their savior. When it was reported this month that Mr.
Thompson had worked as a lobbyist for an abortion rights organization
in the 1990s, they credulously bought his denials and his spokesman's
reassurance that "there's no documents to prove it, no billing
records." Last week The New York Times found the billing records.

No one is stepping more boldly into this values vacuum than Mitt
Romney. In contrast to Mr. Giuliani, the former Massachusetts governor
has not only disowned his past as a social liberal but is also running
as a paragon of moral rectitude. He is even embracing one of the more
costly failed Bush sex initiatives, abstinence education, just as
states are abandoning it for being ineffective. He never stops
reminding voters that he is the only top-tier candidate still married
to his first wife.

In a Web video strikingly reminiscent of the Vitter campaign ads, the
entire multigenerational Romney brood gathers round to enact their
wholesome Christmas festivities. Last week Mr. Romney unveiled a new
commercial decrying American culture as "a cesspool of violence, and
sex, and drugs, and indolence, and perversions." Unlike Mr. Giuliani,
you see, he gets along with his children, and unlike Mr. Thompson, he
has never been in bed with the perverted Hollywood responsible for the
likes of "Law & Order."

There are those who argue Mr. Romney's campaign is doomed because he
is a Mormon, a religion some voters regard almost as suspiciously as
Scientology, but two other problems may prove more threatening to his
candidacy. The first is that in American public life piety always
goeth before a fall. There had better not be any skeletons in his
closet. Already Senator Brownback has accused Mr. Romney of pushing
hard-core pornography because of his close association with (and large
campaign contributions from) the Marriott family, whose hotel chain
has prospered mightily from its X-rated video menu.

The other problem is more profound: Mr. Romney is swimming against a
swift tide of history in both culture and politics. Just as the
neocons had their moment in power in the Bush era and squandered it in
Iraq, so the values crowd was handed its moment of ascendancy and
imploded in debacles ranging from Terri Schiavo to Ted Haggard to
David Vitter. By this point it's safe to say that even some Republican
primary voters are sick enough of their party's preacher politicians
that they'd consider hitting a cigar bar or two with Judith Giuliani.

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