I suppose it's inevitable that the more despicable and opportunistic operatives of the Religious Right have begun to spin the Mark Foley page scandal into a tale of a nefarious Washington gay cabal. And it's equally inevitable that Democrats are indulging in some Schadenfreude that a DC pants-around-ankles scandal is, for once, not involving a Democratic pair of ankles.
To me, the issue is pretty clear, and it's not really about sex. It's all about power -- the infamous droit du signeur; the presumption of people in power that their subordinates owe them sexual attention and favors. It's a dynamic as old as Potiphar's wife putting the moves on young Joseph, as new as the latest CNN headlines and as mundane as the lecherous boss on Main Street.
There will, sadly, always be persons corrupted by power. What disturbs me more are the enablers -- persons who seem to operate under the principle, "He may be a jerk, but he's our jerk." Well, Foley ain't my jerk. Shame on everyone involved in this mess who didn't do the right thing. And shame on the popular nudge-wink acceptance of power-over sexual harassment and coercion that goes on far from the high-powered halls of state.