An unfortunate juxtaposition

Here's what I think happened. Sen. Craig is googling his name. One of the links takes him to a post on the Idaho Values Alliance web site thanking him for voting for family values. Below it, he notices another article about homosexuals being nasty, bad, naughty boys in airport restrooms and decides to launch his own senatorial investigation:

Both of Idaho’s senators, Larry Craig and Mike Crapo, cast pro-life votes by weighing in against this bill, and deserve our thanks for helping to make an override impossible.

One of the tragic characteristics of the homosexual lifestyle is its emphasis on anonymous sex and multiple sexual partners. It is a little-acknowledged secret that many active homosexuals will have more than 1,000 sex partners over the course of a lifetime (the average among heterosexuals is seven – still six more than we were designed for). This sordid fact of homosexual life surfaced yesterday in an AP article yesterday that reports on the number of arrests police have made for indecent exposure and public sex acts in the restrooms at Atlanta’s airport, the busiest in the world. The increased restroom patrols, begun to apprehend luggage thieves, instead uncovered a rash of sex crimes. Airport restrooms have become so popular that men looking for anonymous sexual trysts with other men have advertised their airport availability on Craigslist. One such ad was from a man saying he was stuck at the airport for three hours and was looking for “discreet, quick action."

Helmet tip: Talking Points Memo.

Elsewhere: From the Jesus' General archives, Oct. 18, 2006:

And then there are the reports that Sen. Larry Craig is homosexual. I don't believe a word of it. Sure, maybe it's true that some guy put his little soldier into the senator's mouth a couple of times in train station restrooms, but that doesn't mean Craig's a homosexual.

Being a woman, you might not know this, but that kind of thing happens all of the time to good, Godly, heterosexual men, sometimes as often as four or five times a week. You'll be crawling on the restroom floor, looking for something you dropped when you had your pants down and, bam, somebody will accidentally stick his little soldier into your mouth. Of course, you'll naturally mistake it for a cigar and puff on it for awhile before it starts to taste funny, but it's all very innocent. I'm sure that's what happened to Sen. Craig.