Jim?Jeff Needs A Hug

As a first post, I must admit that I only do this while imbibing. I promise to never write while sober...because writing sober is like fucking alone: over too quick and no one to talk to but myself. by the way (not that I condone this type of behavior), Jeff/Jim's email address at his website is comments@jeffgannon.com. In case you wanted to send him a hug or something.
Below is my letter to him that I sent two days ago. I felt he needed solace and succor. Having viewed his other websites, I opted for sarcasm and rancor in case cyber-touching him might result in something contagious (sarcasm is the ultimate antidote to the disease called "holier-than-thou"). The letter follows:
"so, how does it really feel to slam the very sexuality you are tied to by nature? or were you just moonlighting on those websites and advertisements? and what exactly do you mean when you say that you are"on hiatus" from the white house press room? do you seriously think you would ever be invited back now that you have been shown to be a liar and a shill? hiatus means "on a break" or "vacation". you have been shunned, turned away, disassociated from, given the heave-ho. a better career move might be to challenge tonya harding to a wrestling match, although i'd be leery of betting my money on you. while you have a very creepy quality about you (i.e. you change your name, get by the secret service "somehow", toss sophmoric questions that make even the biased cringe in their argyles, then whine about the unfairness of your outing [in both senses of the word]), which should make even the stoutest of heart unwilling to touch you in fear of some loathsome legion attaching itself to their souls, ms. harding has enough similar qualities in terms of shameless self-promoting and ability to sell oneself's bedrock identity in return for an extra 15 minutes worth of fame to actually be able to grapple with you. think about it while you slip further into your chasm of self-demise."
I don't particularly wish Jeff/Jim ill-will. After all, we all might be willing to shuck our souls for a chance to bump ugly with an unnamed White House official and listen to his inebriated pillow talk. Not that I could prove this is why Jim/Jeff was allowed access to the President, but it makes me wonder how Jim/Jeff made it so far into the inner sanctum of a very paranoid administration. This is a presidency, mind you, shrouded in secrecy, shadows, mirrors and doublespeak. These people trust nothing and no one. They routinely undermine freedom of information, freedom of speech, access by the media. Yet, somehow, a male prostitute (who advertised as an escort on websites searching for gay military men or gay men with a military fetish) was granted a daily pass to the White House Press Room for over two years. He routinely lobbed biased questions at the Press Secretary, which favored the President. He, also, was within feet of the President on multiple occasions and allowed to ask the questions directly. This is a male prostitute using a fake name and posing as a reporter for an illegitimate news source.
The Secret Service says that, as far as they're concerned, he was as valid as any reporter (even though they knew he was using an assumed name while no one else was). The Press Secretary said he was unaware of Jim/Jeff's true identity until notified after the brouhaha hit the internet waves, then subsequently admitted he "may have known his name earlier". Karl Rove denied knowing about Jim/Jeff until recently when he admitted he may have been given a memo some time previous to jim/Jeff's outing that talked about Jim/Jeff's true identity. And neither of these gentlemen nor the Secret Service thought it odd that a "reporter" should want to hide his true name and/or nature.
Since then, Jim/Jeff has decried his outing, continued to revile the homosexual agenda and now publishes the "questions" he woulda asked if he weren't "on hiatus from the White House" on his own website.
If nothing else, it makes for amusing reading. And, no, I don't have his website address handy, but all you have to do is move you little finger, squeeze your little finger...to Google...and you can change the world.
'Nuff for now. Beer calling. NCAA tournament calling. Stanford's down by ten and I love it.