Oedipal Issues and Politics

I’m now kind of wishing that my blogroll had not been repaired because all it is regaling me with today is evidence that nothing much has changed in the minds of the sex-deprived puritans since the times of Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter.

 I don’t need or want my political leaders to be monogamous; I don’t care if they are.  But I do want to know if they can be trusted.  When they say what they intend to do, we as voters often feel like we’re going to be played for suckers by unscrupulous self-servers who run for office largely for personal self-aggrandizement.  Because we usually are.  But one really material way to know if that’s what’s going to happen is whether the politician in question remains true to the people who they know best and have the longest, closest relationship with.  That’s often their spouses.  I don’t care that they promise monogamy, but if they do and ignore that promise, I hold it against them.

Alternatively, you could grow up, work on your own sexual fulfillment, and resolve your Oedipal issues. Anybody over the age of twelve should have the intelligence to realize that this emotional investment into the sex lives of authority figures is nothing but an echo of a childhood trauma created by the realization that Mommy and Daddy do secret things in the bedroom that one is excluded from.