Friday, March 14, 2008
Prostitutes Out of Women; Sissies Out of Men
Other than Troll, who jumps on the latest pohleetikal brouhaha quicker than a flea on the backside of a hound dog, none of Moi's blobby friends have addressed the latest gub'ment sex scandal.
So I guess I'll put my particular spin on it.
What is the big freakin' deal?
Good gawd, Party People, we're all running around with our mouths hanging open in the kind of righteous indignation we should be saving for the fact that, oh, our money is no longer tethered to anything of value and, oh, it's the 21st century and our leaders are still pandering to the victim mentality. But, really, are you surprised that sex and money and power and politics continue to go together like stinky cheese on French bread and that our money is being used in the service thereof?
Are you still surprised that behind every scumbag of a man is a woman with Neiman's bills stacked to high heaven who's thinking, "I'll hang in there just long enough to either A. Give him the benefit of the doubt (darn, those pesky marriage vows), or B. Give my lawyer enough time to sue the fucker for everything he's got. Then I'm running off with Jambor, the tennis pro."?
If so, what sandlot you been burying your Barbies in?
Really, how else is someone whose face looks like it was designed specifically to screw itself up in disgust over society's gamblers, fornicators, and pushers (the man's nickname is the Steamroller), gonna get laid by a 22 year old hottie with dreams of being the next Britney Spears if he doesn't pay for it? It ain't his sparkly personality at work here. At least Bill Clinton could turn on the charm. So, he blows his wad on a 5 bazillion dollar 'ho instead of the Wal-Mart special down da block. No surprise there.
Hey, I'm all for firing his happy ass. I'm all for demanding with pitchfork at breast an ethical code of behavior from our leaders. But I don't for one minute think I'm gonna get it. Not without a fight.