It’s said that conditions in the eye of a hurricane are sunny, still, and lovely. As Bill Clinton can attest, the same can be said of the Pervnado currently causing chaos in DC, Hollywood, Silicon Valley, and other Democratic strongholds like Seattle. Even historically right-of-center San Diego learned that electing a Democratic mayor means taking a walk on the wild side. And yet right there in the middle of it all, a man credibly accused of violent rape continues to relax poolside in a Corona hat and with a small umbrella in his drink as one after another of his fellow travelers is sucked up and spat out of public life like so much lint.

Rank has its privileges!

Alas, we live in a remarkably sensitive era. When I was a kid, drunkenly steering a car off a bridge into the drink and leaving a young woman to drown wouldn’t prevent a sitting senator from becoming “the lion” of the world’s greatest deliberative body. And that’s the upper chamber! Meanwhile, one of our friends in the House of Representatives deems it appropriate to show up to work in his underwear as if he’s a hard-bodied Calvin Klein model instead of a 52-year veteran of Congress who mentally checked-out years ago.