Just when I wasn't sure whether I was really a bona fide RINO or just a RINO In Name Only, curveball thrower James Wolcott had to go and say this:

...it's clear that there's a homoerotic ardor for Bush by neonconservatives that bypasses reason and reduces them to hero-worshipping mush.

Statements like that make me want to go find a closet and publicly lock myself in.

In other news, Wolcott discloses for the record that he:

Frankly, I was a bit sorry to see this, and not just because of my distaste for the type of ad hominem attacks that put Wolcott on the defensive. While I've tried to avoid speculating about James Wolcott's personal life, there's a side of me that would have liked him all the more if he was in fact a gay drunk. Much as his opinions disturb me, I like the way he expresses himself -- to the point where I once sort of tried to defend him against Justin's charge that he was overly fond of Vienna sausages.

Some things should be kept in the closet where they belong.