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By
Erik Engquist ODDBALL EYES TOWNS When
you're strange, no one remembers your name. So sang The Doors, anyway. If
they're right, Sam Sloan will have a hard time connecting with voters in the
race against Rep. Ed Towns, an entrenched Democrat. But chances are, Sloan won't even make the ballot because he blew his
cover-that is, the appearance of normalcy-when making his pitch to Republican
district leaders. Initially,
Sloan might have seemed like an intriguing candidate to the G.O.P. because he
claims to speak 15 languages including Spanish "virtually
fluently," to be an expert chess player, and to be the last non-lawyer
to have represented himself before the Supreme Court and won (in 1978, when
as a bond trader he was sued by the SEC, represented by Harvey Pitt). Sloan,
a sometime cab driver and author, had even run before-as a Libertarian in the
special election to succeed Assemblyman Al Vann in February 2002. Not that he
did very well. Of the 2,610 people who went to the polls, exactly 11 voted
for Sloan. On his candidate's statement, the 59-year-old Sloan expressed
views in keeping with Republican ideology. "I support small government,
low taxes, low spending…I oppose rent control," he wrote, for example.
Sloan wrote that as "a man of high ethical and moral principles,"
he would only accept campaign contributions up to $2,000 from individuals and
nothing from corporations. He didn't mention that that's the law for all
congressional candidates. That,
along with Sloan's failure to comb his hair for his campaign photo, were the
first signs that something was amiss.
Brooklyn Republican leaders met with Sloan after he expressed interest in
challenging Towns, but postponed an endorsement vote because "some of
our leaders got bad vibes about him," one leader said. Sloan
later called a district leader to lobby for the nomination and said,
"Don't you know I'm famous? I'm on the Internet." Big mistake. The
leader quickly went on-line and discovered Sloan's personal Web page, which explores such questions
as "Are women genetically programmed to spread their legs when a man
approaches?" Sloan also writes on the site, "Women feel a genetic
need to strip naked, spread their legs and pose on the Internet. That is my
opinion." Brooklyn
Republicans no doubt concluded it might be difficult for Sloan to attack
Towns on the character issue. Elsewhere on his Web site, Sloan describes the
"female rapists" of the Trobrian Islands,
off the coast of Papua New Guinea. He posts a photo of an attractive, topless
"typical Trobrian Islander girl" and
comments, "I am sure that you will agree that it would be a horrible
experience to be raped by such a girl." Sloan
also writes in detail about orgies he organized at Cal-Berkeley and his
sexual conquests, potency, and refusal to use condoms. For example: "I
was tested to have an exceptionally high sperm count of 144 million sperm per
cc, whereas most American men have less than 20 million sperm per cc…My
potency is demonstrated by the fact that I have eight children …plus
historically all of my girlfriends have become pregnant right away."
This might not be what Republicans have in mind when they talk about family
values. Embarrassingly,
before researching Sloan, Republican leaders voted to give him an exemption
so he could run as a Republican despite not being a registered party member.
They were relieved to discover their action was technically invalid. The
party later chose Isabelle Jefferson to run against Towns, meaning Sloan
would have to collect signatures on his own from the few registered
Republicans in the V-shaped congressional district, which runs from Sloan's
neighborhood of East New York to Midwood and to Boerum Hill. It
would be a daunting task, but Sloan strikes us as the kind of guy who might
try it. He's already spent countless thousands of hours on such projects as
tracing his family tree back to the 1500s to prove his relation to King Erik
XIV of Sweden, and that he and Queen Elizabeth II are 12th cousins two times
removed. Somehow, we believe that. After all, there is a history of madness
in the British royal family. |