For the first twenty-five, thirty years of Mr. Cain's career, which was in the corporate world, there was nary a peep about sexual harassment, a complaint filed or hordes of women running from his offices screaming in terror about the lecherous man who dwelt within, plotting his next encounter. Not a peep.
Then he comes to Washington DC in the 1990s and heads up the National Restaurant Association where all of a sudden, according to unnamed sources, "witnesses", Democrats and all kinds of fellow travelers, he is chasing women around his desk.
Makes perfect sense to me. Clearly what Bill Clinton had was catching. It is the real Potomac Fever and boy, if only Herman Cain had stayed away from the Beltway this sudden behavioral change would not have struck him.
Cause there is no other logical explanation, right?