Was Craig entrapped?

In case you missed it, there's been a debate bubbling up -- and one bound to bubble over -- about whether or not Sen. Larry Craig was the victim of entrapment by the Finest of Minneapolis when he was arrested there in a men's room after allegedly having signaled his desire to have sex with an undercover police officer. First to pose that question -- and bravely so, considering his credentials as a bona fide liberal -- was Matthew Yglesias, who, noting the foot-tapping, do-you-wanna-do-it signal Craig copped to making, wrote on his eponymous blog at The Atlantic:

Now, common sense indicates that the officer in question is correct and Craig's foot-tapping was a cruising signal, but surely tapping one's foot isn't a crime in Minnesota. Whatever Craig intended to do here, he doesn't seem, in fact, to have done anything lewd.

Last Sunday, in the New York Times's Week in Review section, writer Laura M. MacDonald weighed in with a similar sentiment:

WHAT is shocking about Senator Larry Craig’s bathroom arrest is not what he may have been doing tapping his shoe in that stall, but that Minnesotans are still paying policemen to tap back.

Before I proceed, your blogstress must make some full disclosure here herself: When the news of Craig's arrest broke last year, your Webwench poked some well-meaning offline fun at Yglesias, inferring that we women are always being accused of luring men to their moral undoing, so one critical bit of information was to know whether or not the cop was wearing stilettos. Okay, so it is a disappointing bit of full disclosure.

Alors, allow your cybertrix to proceed with a bit of pretzel logic. Your écrivaine does indeed concur that the "sting" for which the good people of Minnesota were paying is probably a waste of taxpayer dollars, and says more about society's fear of gay men than anything else. However, this does not obstruct her belief that Larry Craig should resign his Senate seat. Why? Because he's a sanctimonious, apparently queer hypocryte who makes laws against queers. It's just a morality thing.

To be on the safe side, your blogstress sadly notes that she will no longer be rehearsing Ann Miller routines in public restrooms.