Did David Cameron, Britain’s excruciatingly reasonable prime minister, commit an unspeakable act when he was a student at Oxford?

I don’t mean Mr. Cameron’s alleged inhalation of pot while listening to Supertramp, a rite of passage comparable to President Obama’s years in the Choom Wagon. Nor do I refer to Cameron’s notorious membership in the Bullingdon Club, the elite, all-male boozers who, since that exuberant evening in 1894 when they smashed over four hundred windows at Christ Church College, are banned from meeting within fifteen miles of Oxford. I refer of course to a depravity so vile as to be beyond the imagination of Bill Clinton.