Anyone who paid any attention to politics in the last ten years knew instantly upon seeing his smarmy faggy-pig mug that GW Bush’s campaign manager Ken Mehlman was gayer than George Michael in a sling at the White Party. Well, looky here: he’s finally come out of the closet in an interview with The Atlantic!
“It’s taken me 43 years to get comfortable with this part of my life,” said Mehlman, now an executive vice-president with the New York City-based private equity firm, KKR. “Everybody has their own path to travel, their own journey, and for me, over the past few months, I’ve told my family, friends, former colleagues, and current colleagues, and they’ve been wonderful and supportive. The process has been something that’s made me a happier and better person. It’s something I wish I had done years ago.”
Aww, he’s happy now! Isn’t that sweet? ACTUALLY NO! As BlogActive’s Mike Rogers reminds us in a truly epic post, Mehlman, along with Karl “Turd Blossom” Rove, was the engineer of the 2004 Bush election, which Rogers rightly calls “the most homophobic national campaign in history.” (If you’ll remember, anti-gay amendments were on the ballot all over the US that year, all in a shameless bid to bring homophobes to the polls so that they would cast their gross votes for W while they were there.)
Well, Ken would like you to know that he’s vewwwy vewwwy sowwwy for selling his brothers down the river. Sort of:
“Look, I have a lot of friends who ask questions and who are angry about it. I understand that folks are angry, I don’t know that you can change the past. As I’ve said, one thing I regret a lot is the fact that I wasn’t in the position I am today where I was comfortable with this part of my life, where I was able to be an advocate against that [strategy] and able to be someone who argued against it. I can’t change that – it is something I wish I could and I can only try to be helpful in the future.”
Jeez, he has friends? F*ck you too, Ken! And an important reminder to all gays reading this blog: if you happen to encounter this person in the wild, no matter how drunk you are, do not under any circumstances get down with this traitorous asshole! (I know, I know, it would be harder if he wasn’t so butt-ugly.)
This of course brings back to the important question I’ve been grappling with since the day I started blogging: what do you call a gay Uncle Tom?