In Washington's current obsession with sex, there is plainly nothing sublime. But there was a growing sense of the ridiculous last week: mistresses summoning a panting press to titillating tell-all sessions, reform committees and task forces sprouting like mushrooms after a heavy rain, Congressmen quaking at the prospect that yesterday's forgotten indiscretion could be tomorrow's memorable Page One headline.
No one was suggesting that the tawdry revelations of Elizabeth Ray, Colleen Gardner and other taxpayer-subsidized playgirls were insignificant. But they were a lot less important than other congressional abuses of power....
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