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Don’t Blame The Booze

In my book I borrow the above quote from my nephew Auggie Smith, a stand-up comedian who finds very funny ways to preach personal responsibility. And isn’t that what being a Warrior is all about – taking responsibility for your actions, be they good or bad? As Mel Gibson should probably attest to, drinking to excess doesn’t make you different – it just makes you more of what you are – and it sometimes leads to very bad photo opportunities.

Last week another Weasel crawled out of his hole and into the bright lights of forced personal responsibility and a public revealing of sexual peccadilloes. Congressman Mark Foley, who previously had not been shy about condemning others for their less than responsible activities, was revealed to have been harassing young male pages with sexually explicit e mails. In a Washington version of the Vatican pedophile scandal, it was also revealed that other members of congress might have known about Foley’s penchant for perviness, but chose not to address it.

In a classic response, Foley is "blaming the booze", saying he is going in for treatment. He also has indicated he had undergone some childhood trauma that placed him in his unfortunate position. In Foley’s "Devil Made Me Do It" world we are all potential victims that victimize others. It’s like some sick multi-level marketing pyramid – where everything bad resonates from the evil doers that victimized our great great grandparents as kids five or six generations ago.

We shouldn’t buy it. Certainly alcoholism and abuse can permeate and infect the family tree – and as a society we need to do all we can to break the cycle – but it doesn’t justify continued victimization of new generations. Foley is a smart and connected guy that had the resources to get the necessary assistance to temper and control his creepy urges. And if others in Washington knew of his penchant for the barely post-pubescent, and chose to do nothing, they should be sent back to their home states in disgrace to work the late shift at Burger King, alongside the former Catholic Bishops that failed to police the priests.

Of course, in fairness to both Catholic Priests and politicians (though I am not quite sure why I feel compelled to defend either), I guess I should state that as a young man I served as both an Alter Boy and a Page, and neither Priest nor Politician coerced me into an uncompromising position.  Of course, I was pudgy and a bit mean.

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