To put a capper on things, Gore jumped on her, pushed her back on the bed, Frenched her again, and then "groped [her] breasts and painfully squeezed [her] nipples ... pressed his pelvis against [hers]." Etc., etc., etc.
In essence, the former vice president of the United States let his chakra out of the lockbox.
The best part of the story was yet to come, however. When the masseuse told her friends that she'd been sexually assaulted by the horny horned-owl hero, they answered her in typical liberal fashion: "suck it up; otherwise, the world's going to be destroyed from global warming."
You have to love people who are so stupid that they think Al Gore's blustering blather about saving the planet means he gets to rape anybody he pleases. But then again, we've heard that song and dance before. Remember Betty Friedan justifying Clinton's sexual assaults and dalliances? Or Gloria Steinem? Or Nina Burleigh, former White House correspondent for Time, who once explained, "I'd be happy to give him a blow job just to thank him for keeping abortion legal"?
So far, the media is avoiding any mention of the Gore complaint, preferring to focus on titillating issues like the Elena Kagan hearings and the interminable oil leak. The comedians of the world are avoiding the Gore debacle like flies avoid vinegar.
That's what we call selective coverage. If you're a liberal, you can literally get away with probable murder (Teddy Kennedy), rape (Bill Clinton), children out of wedlock (John Edwards), association with known racists and terrorists (Barack Obama), involvement with the mob (JFK), pimping out gay prostitutes from your apartment (Barney Frank) and membership in the KKK (Robert Byrd), so long as you believe in bigger government and less financial freedom. If you're a conservative, you get ousted for complimenting a racist on his 100th birthday (Trent Lott) or having a consensual affair (John Ensign, Mark Souder, etc.). That's not to say that Lott and Co. shouldn't have resigned -- it's just to say that if they'd been Democrats, they'd be sitting secure in their seats, their brows bound with victorious wreaths.