A certain caustic friend of mine who wishes not to be named, cuts to the chase as usual:

"That story is bull----. You can be a drunk and a coke-head, talk to (a) God, lie to send thousands to their untimely death, and choke on pretzels but you're politically poisonous if you f--- some chick. . . This story was broken by the Sun ...
The Sun is owned by Rupert Murdoch. Rupert Murdoch is an uber c--------- Republican. His corporation is the propaganda wing of this administration. Media regulations have been obliterated under Bush..."

and Brian adds the voice of mellow reason:

"Isn't this story lame? I mean, you have a guy who's a career politician and married to an heiress; does anyone really expect that he hasn't messed around. It's a terrible thing to say, I guess, but at this point I really think that these baby-boom generation politicians all have similar skeletons in their closets."