Oh sure, blame the poor innocent booze

I'm getting tired of these lunatics who do something crazy and obnoxious, then – when they're caught – immediately check into an alcohol rehabilitation clinic. They're saying, see, it's the booze. It's a sickness. You can't be mad at someone with a disease.

I call bullshit.

Recently, of course, we saw Mel Gibson caught in an anti-semitic rant after being pulled over in Malibu for drunken driving. It gets picked up by the press. Everyone's shocked (although, given his history, they shouldn't have been). A weekend or so later, boom, his lawyer lets it be known Gibson has checked into a clinic for treatment of alcoholism.

I guess there isn't a clinic for treatment of hating Jews.

And now we have former representative Mark Foley (R-FL). He's busted for writing all sorts of creepy emails and instant messages to underage congressional pages. He resigns on Friday.

And today, boom, Foley “has checked himself into a rehabilitation facility for alcoholism treatment and accepts responsibility for his actions, his attorney acknowledged Monday.”

You know, I've had a cocktail or two in my day and never once have I felt the urge to start hating Jews or coming on to underage teenagers. (Legal teenagers, now that's a different story – hey, you've been a great audience).

But, seriously: in vino veritas. Even if the booze somehow “caused” these freaks to do these actions, obviously it just loosened up impulses that were already there, the anti-semitism and the perviness. It didn't actually cause the underlying sleaze.

These fucktards should not be allowed to blame Jack Daniels for their own personal demons.