There’s a reason I haven’t blogged about the Ashley Madison hack. There’s a weirdly angry part of me that is gratified to see the hypocrisy of such social conservatives as Josh Duggar, who screech “family values” and work to impose their religious mores on the rest of us, while engaging in acts ranging from adultery, to kiddie diddling, to porn, revealed for the world to see. But that’s just my own sense of justice talking. I hate hypocrisy. Add to this Duggar’s sexual abuse against little girls when he was a teenager, and his family’s disgusting failure to seek justice, while oozing the cloying, “perfect family” illusion to the rest of the world, and the side of me that revels in the pain of bigots, charlatans, and phonies rejoices.
The Ashley Madison hack revealed the baser side of quite a few people. Duggar was just tip of the sewage heap. Politicians… celebrities… sports stars… quite a few of them were exposed as paying customers looking for side nookie.
Know what? None of my business. The libertarian in me says, “this is between them and their spouses.” That other me says, “how dare they invade people’s privacy in such a way?” That me says, “what people do in their bedrooms, what they do outside their marriages, and with whom they do it is not and should not be anyone’s concern.
But yeah, there’s that devilish me that says, if you’re a politician who has spent his life trying to use government force to impose your religious values on everyone else, “FUCK YOU! YOU DESERVE IT!”
So I’m torn. Recently a pastor who was outed on the Ashley Madison site as trolling for an affair committed suicide. This is awful. This is sad. This is tragic. His wife came home to find his body and then had to tell her kids that their dad took his own life. The man apparently struggled with depression and addiction in the past, and in the end he just couldn’t live with himself because of what he had done.
No, it’s not up to us to forgive him. I certainly won’t justify his actions in any way. He hurt his family. He hurt his children. He hurt his friends. But in the end, they are the only ones who can forgive him. And even though, that snide part of me is pleased that these people were exposed for the sleazy degenerates that they are, overall, I’m disgusted that their privacy was destroyed in such a slimy manner.
In the end, it’s not up to me to judge them. That’s between them and whatever deity they happen to worship. That’s between them and their families and friends.
In the end, the people on that list have to face what they did all by themselves. Their only victims are their spouses and their children. Their only victims are their consciences. That’s where they need to seek forgiveness.
Me… I’ll just continue to be disgusted with the heinous breech of trust and privacy that led to this burning car wreck in the first place.