Now, the easy pickins here would be to wonder aloud how all this would sit with the vaunted base, but that's a fool's errand. The evangelistas don't really care when it's one of their own breaking the adultery commandment. Commandments, when you get right to the crux of the biscuit, are merely useful tools with which to pass judgment on The Other. Turd Blossom's one o' Them, so they'll deny, defend, and evade even if a cum-stained dress turns up. Hell, Paul Wolfowitz' extramarital relationship scarcely got a second glance when he got shooed into the World Bank job. Apparently only the Clintons' marriage is worthy of scrutiny by the clucking-hen brigade.
Nor do I really give a shit if it's true or not, though the notion that even a guy who looks like Porky Pig could get a little on the side certainly proves that power is an even greater aphrodisiac than previously assumed.
(And not to be too sexist about it, but this seems to be something almost exclusive to women. Men will not generally hook up with a hag just for the power. Money, sure, but never power. No self-respecting man would be caught near a woman who looked like Karl Rove, just for the whiff of power; it would almost certainly be overwhelemd by the whiff of pork rinds.)
Nope, the passage that really caught my eye was this [emphasis mine]:
I think there is your answer to why the Washington press corpse is so callow and gutless, why this gang keeps getting away with all their shit. Shame on the pussies in the press for allowing themselves to be so cowed. Especially in the age of the internets; there is nothing stopping one of these jerks from surreptitiously snapping a photo and publishing it anonymously, if one must acquire their coveted scoop in the most craven manner possible.
Funny how they all suddenly got morals 'n' scruples after dragging Puffy's crooked dick through the wringer. Only then did they learn their lesson. With toothless media watchdogs like we have now, it's no wonder the robber barons had so little resistance in taking over.