Men are pigs; give me money: Tax-funded artists are the left's version of the $600 toilet seat

CALL me perverse, but I spent an evening last week checking outKaren Finley's new act. Trivia buffs will recall Finley as thechocolate-covered nude performer who did colorful things with yamsand federal arts money in 1990, thus attracting great attention aseither an embattled artist or a national laughingstock, depending onyour point of view.

"Return of the Chocolate Smeared Woman" was staged in a tinytheater in lower Manhattan, with the audience sitting quietly inamazing discomfort on empty paint buckets instead of chairs. Thewarm-up act, the Dancing Furballs, consisted of several chocolate-marked young people dancing with enthusiasm but not muchcoordination. Other …