Does character matter?
Will the people of Minnesota excuse the slimy trail of Franken's past?
I think they will. Libs will excuse anything, literally anything, as long as the individual in question is a fellow lib.
Here's some creepy stuff that appeared in The Harvard Crimson, published on April 16, 1976.
Richard S. Lee did a piece on Franken when Saturday Night Live was in its first season.
He writes:
"My advice to Harvard students," Al Franken said soberly, "is to drop out."
It was hard to tell whether Franken was serious or not. His round, plump face certainly looked sincere, and with the aura of innocence radiating from his big, thick glasses and curly hair, who would have doubted him? He was, after all, a 1973 Harvard alumnus himself, so he should have known something about the value of his Psych and Soc Rel degree.
But something wasn't quite right. Franken was sitting in his writing office for "NBC's Saturday Night," a new, New York-based television comedy show. And that chair Franken was sitting in--that was the chair he is paid to sit in and make jokes.
A few yards away, another writer was playing a joke on Jane Curtain, an attractive "Saturday Night" actress. The writer had taken a surgical glove and stretched it tightly across the top of a quarter. The coin stuck to the underside of the glove, but the rubber was so thin that the quarter appeared to be sitting upon it. He walked over to Curtain's desk and pressed the top of the quarter, which fell magically to the desk, and the writer walked away giggling, leaving Curtain to try to find a nonexistent hole in the glove. "Stupid trick," Curtain shouted as she poked the coin at the rubber. "What a stupid trick."
Something was rotten on the 17th floor of Rockefeller Center.
Finally, Franken's stoic expression collapsed and he broke into laughter. "I'd like to see something like that in The Crimson," he said. "But seriously, if anyone wants to make it in show business, well, it doesn't help at all to go to Harvard--not at all."
He learned back in his plush chair and grinned because he knew he had made it, for a while at least, despite his four years at Harvard. Nine months ago he had his big break, when "Saturday Night" producer Lorned Michaels discovered Franken and his partner, Tom Davis, in a Los Angeles nightclub and hired them to write for the live, 90-minute comedy.
...He recalled writing a skit called "Seamen on Broadway" that was rejected from the Hasty Pudding show "by some preppie so they could take some other preppie's skit." Franken started to smile again, but his tone was serious, too serious. "It's not preppies, cause I'm a preppie myself. I just don't like homosexuals. If you ask me, they're all homosexuals in the Pudding. Hey, I was glad when that Pudding homosexual got killed in Philadelphia." The smile became so broad it pushed his eyes shut. He couldn't stand it any longer. "Put that in, put that in," Franken laughed, leaning over the desk. "I'd love to see that in The Crimson."
It sounds like Franken really creeped Lee out.
Franken started to smile again, but his tone was serious, too serious.
Yes, definitely creeped out.
But Franken was just joking.
He doesn't really hate homosexuals.
He wasn't really glad that "Pudding homosexual got killed in Philadelphia."
Franken was being funny!
Isn't he funny?
What a sense of humor!
I'm sure Franken's cocaine use kept his creative juices flowing and enabled that incredible wit.
Besides, who cares about what Franken said or did in 1976? That was so long ago.
His past is irrelevant, right?
Drug use/abuse, bizarre "jokes" -- None of that matters. Franken is a lib.
Picture Franken's place in the history books:
Quotes from the honorable Minnesota Senator Alan Stuart "Al" Franken
"I just don't like homosexuals. If you ask me, they're all homosexuals in the Pudding. Hey, I was glad when that Pudding homosexual got killed in Philadelphia."
What a legacy!
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