Wednesday, June 24, 2009

No matter what your troubles are, no matter how tough things seem, I feel very certain that you do not have to fly down to Argentina to get some strange, Torn Slatterns and Nugget Ranchers

In London, Friday is naked bike ride day. That makes Saturday walking-bow-legged-due-to severe-chafing day.

So the Governor of South Carolina, Mark Sanford, vanishes. Nobody knows where he is. His wife doesn't know. So, after a while, his office says he is hiking the Appalachian trail. Nice lie. No, turns out he had a fling with a woman down in Argentina. Now I've heard people will travel to Argentina because of their meat, but this is ridiculous

Maybe the choice to hire local hookers wasn't so stupid for Elliot Spitzer after all.

Say what you want about Rod Blagojevich, but at least he kept his pants on.

Who would have imagined that the most productive and well-behaved governor in the country turns out to be an admitted recreational drug and steroid using serial- actress- groping action hero movie star from Hollywood? See that, rest of the US? We Californians aren't as stupid as you thought we were.

Between Spitzer, Patterson and now Sanford, we need to get our governors governors for their pants.

Seriously, as governors, Spitzer, Patterson, Blagojevich, Sanford and, yes, Palin are their state's equivalent to president. What are the idiots like who just made it to the state legislature? There have to be some real buffoons under them.