I posted this to you over at my site:

I don't know that I can believe a whore.

Although, if she's lying about everything, then she's not a whore, and then I can believe her, but that would mean she is a whore, and therefore I can't.

Captain Kirk used a formulation like this to blow the circuit-boards of Mudd's Women, I think.

I'll tell you my general take on rumors: I tend to belive most of them -- at least most of the non-ludicrous ones -- are at least partly true.

But that bias aside, I don't know how much it matters either way for my purposes. I don't care if Washingtonienne is a liar or not. The only thing I care about is that she's got a book deal, and she's been linked by Instapundit, whereas I, so far, don't and haven't.

If she's a liar, well, so be it. There are rumors-- rumors, mind you -- that my own sex-diary is not in complete accordance with the factual record, either.

I don't really care about the actual facts, either true or fictitious. I think this "story" is a non-story. I argued about this over on MyPetJawa's blog.

The only thing driving me here is spite and jealousy. The only interesting thing about the story is that people -- who really ought to have better things to do with their mental energy -- seem to find it interesting.

Here are two untalented, essentially useless marginally-attractive women who have launched themselves into fame by talking about anal sex.

If them, why not me?

E-e-e-w-w!

He's one of those guys with a liberal website isn't he. Probably gay I'll bet. He should go work for Al Jizzharrea if he likes those people so much.