Creepier and creepier

One is a misunderstanding. Two is an unlucky coincidence. Three is a trend. Five is serial stalker-land. And now that five women have accused Herman Cain of sexual harassment in one form or another, that smiling photo of him takes on a whole new meaning. Hopefully, that's it in terms of allegations -- but will anyone be shocked if there are more women in Cain's closet given his obvious pattern of flirting with fire? Given Henry Kissinger's timeless truism that "power is the great aphrodisiac," one wonders about how many consensual liaisons he's gotten away with, the illicit thrill that likely motivated his general behavior toward attractive women. I am of course just speculating and, to be fair, Mr. Cain could be as honest as the day is long. Every allegation to date could be false. But if you believe that, call me: I've got some godforsaken Arizona desert land I want to sell you. A person of integrity would man-up, acknowledge his mistakes and apologize to his victims. Instead, Cain has thus far argued: Who ya gonna believe? Me or your lying eyes? Maybe it's just me, but that line of defense from a candidate who (at least in theory) could become president is not exactly comforting. Herman Cain of course is toast. It is simply a matter time before he bows -- or is pushed -- off the stage. The sooner, the better.