The scum rises to the top. If you`re a small town hardware store owner or banker, the Masons are a fun group to go out drinking with, if that`s your thing. But if you`re a go-getter and rise through the degrees you go from go-carts and crutches for crippled kids to fitting Jimmy Hoffa with cement shoes & swimming lessons.
As you do the debauchery, you confess things and pictures are taken. That way when you become a circuit justice or SCOTUS you might totally irrationally rule against merits of a case and throw it out on a technicality of 'procedure" or some such excuse. Lest the confessions you made laying in a coffin with Geronimo`s skull become public.
