Inside the slightly warped mind of Al Franken.

Liberal nominee for U.S. Senate from Minnesota, Al Franken, is a diligent groundbreaker. Here’s his take on the death of a “gay” college grad to the Harvard Crimson:  “I don’t like homosexuals. If you ask me, they’re all homosexuals in the Pudding [Club, at Harvard]. Hey, I was glad when that Pudding homosexual got killed in Philadelphia.” Ha, ha.

(Note to NBC: Al Franken made these comments after his eighth birthday party, but keep an eye on those pro-abstinence Southern Baptists.)

The above quote, cited in Do As I Say (Not As I Do), by Peter Schweizer, is revealing. In fact, the fellow at Stanford University’s Hoover Institution, stresses that Franken (p. 65), “was never asked to join Harvard’s Hasty Pudding Club, the humorous dramatic society, and it obviously left a bitter mark.”

In addition to this, Franken’s past skits on Saturday Night Live about policemen killing homosexuals, must also raise a few questions about his character. Is this healthy? “The skit,” explains Schweizer, “was criticized by groups who wanted to know what was funny about killing homosexuals. Producers didn’t revive it.”  (My question: And, what’s so funny about portraying policemen as murderers?)

His other targets include conservatives, Pat Buchanan and Dan Quayle, but I’ll spare you the sordid details. Franken’s imagination is special. See? Liberals are tolerant. Schweizer adds (p. 66):

Some of the skits that Franken and the team came up with were downright racist, according to writers Dough Hill and Jeff Weingrad in their extensive history of SNL.  In one sketch, Garrett Morris, the sole black performer on the show at the time, was supposed to do a parody commercial for a toothpaste called “Tarbrush,” which darkens blacks’ white teeth. Two black technicians walked off the show in protest.

Again, Franken made these blunders after his eighth birthday party, but keep an eye on those pro-abstinence Southern Baptists, NBC.

In the "Vulgar mockery of Christians: Is this what we want in a U.S. senator?" (October 22, 2008), Minnesota’s Star Tribune columnist, Katherine Kersten, writes:

But Franken saves his sharpest barbs for those weirdos, Catholics.
 
In 2006, he and a guest on his Air America radio show joked about Eucharistic communion wafers — sacred to Catholics as the body of Christ — and compared them to chips and guacamole. In “Dog Confessional,” a proposed sketch for Saturday Night Live, Franken depicted “a series of dogs, played by cast members, confessing to a priest,” according to the Washington Post. NBC refused to air it.
 
In another book, Franken described greeting a New York audience with the words, “Isn’t Cardinal O’Connor an asshole?”
 
Franken’s campaign did not return a phone call seeking comment.

To be “fair,” though, in the liberal sense of the word, Al Franken’s defenders argue that his wife is a Catholic. So, one can marry a Jew, then, and spit on Rabbi Lapin? Granted, I’m sure Ms. Franken is a good partial-birth abortion Catholic, but this argument doesn’t sit right with me.
 
Also, to be fair, Franken’s defenders claim he likes to joke about deaths. I don’t buy that. But please check with the victims' grieving relatives. Or GLAAD. Their publicly listed phone number is (323) 933-2240 (LA, California). Or try: (212) 629-3322 (New York, New York).
 
Whatever the root causes of Franken’s anger, the elite media’s silence is bizarre. Liberals like to mock faithful Christians for loving the fornicator, and hating the fornication. Yet, GLAAD appears too comfortable with Franken’s very “glad” statements. Likewise, campaigning journalists love to boast about their tolerance – and they have the speech codes to prove it. Yet, their inability or unwillingness to police their own is frighteningly inconsistent.
 
There’s a mistaken notion that Al Franken is God. But Minnesotans are going to have to deal with a number of questions. Which is colder: learning that your relative died in gruesome circumstances, or hearing that Franken takes pleasure in your fellow American’s death? Which is scarier: Franken’s closed system of logic, or his fawning press parrots? Which is creepier: the elite media’s Orwellian devotion to selective free speech, or one party’s godless devotion to anti-Christian politicians? Which is dirtier: Ann Coulter’s insightful “f” joke concerning Stalinist therapies, or Franken’s record of outbursts and confrontations? Do liberals ever feel “real compassion” – compassion that costs them friends in the Islamist world?
 
Not surprisingly, Schweizer’s research suggests that Franken shuns accountability. He writes (p.77): “I left messages for him through two producers and wrote a letter to his home address. The man who once challenged Rich Lowry to a fist fight hasn’t been heard from.” 
 
One wonders, what God almighty would say to someone who argued, “I’m willing to overlook Franken’s boatload of prejudices and hypocrisy for the cause”? Mmm . . . is that a cause, worth fighting for Minnesota?