Al Gore got a chance to revisit the question "Are you a sex-crazed poodle?" last week when Portland police grilled him about a massage therapist's charge he sexually harassed her.
Molly Hagerty told the
National Enquirer that in 2006, the politician made a series of lewd suggestions during a massage, such as asking for a massage in a place where you don't ask for a massage or, as he allegedly requested, "the release of my second chakra." Al denies everything.
Al was interviewed at the time, but the case was closed and it quietly disappeared. Then Molly took her tale (and her, barf, stained dress) to the
National Enquirer, and now we're all reliving the magic of that night. The Portland police reopened the investigation to give the senior officers a crack at it.
I must commend these brave men and women of Portland who have subjected themselves to unprecedented levels of awkwardness to uphold the law. No one goes into law because they want to ask Al Gore if he ever squeezed a woman's nipples while playing
Pink's "Dear Mr. President" on his iPod. No one.