Well, how could he? He had something in his mouth, whether it was some woman's toes or the administration's figurative wang. Not that it matters; bringing down a hump like Dick Morris would be like trying to bring down Geraldo Rivera -- they've already beaten you to it, pally.
It's just fun to be reminded once in a while that, as self-righteous as these people pretend to be while they're picking our pockets, they're every bit as warped as they lecture us heathens for being. They just pay a lot more for it than most people. Three hundred bucks for a "massage", there better be a very happy ending.
In the meantime, a lot of very important sphincters are going to be clenched for the next week or so, pending the release of more names. Fun stuff.