SKULL AND BONEZZZZZ

I just read Ron Rosenbaum’s breathless expose of the Skull and Bones ritual, the initiation hazing for the secret Yale society to which our current president belongs. Rosenbaum and a team of sleuths snuck their way into the ritual and recorded it with some kind of video equipment. From Rosenbaum’s heady prose, you’d think he’d uncovered the Pentagon Papers. In fact, all he finds is a generic, sophomoric frat ritual with its predictable obsession with secrecy, blood, gore, and anal sex. Here are the scoops. Sometimes, they yell, “OOGA BOOGA.” One of them pretended to be George W. Bush. Distinctly heard on the videotape are the repeated phrases, “Lick my bumhole,” “Remove the plunger,” and “Run, neophyte, run!” Sounds like after-hours at a leather bar. The only thing weirder than this kind of post-adolescent zaniness is the image of grown men actually finding it worth investigating and reporting. Slate’s Tim Noah predictably goes into ecstasy at this expose of Republican elitist iniquity. For people not consumed with class envy and paranoia, it’s just tedious.