Today, thanks to snarking by my interweb friend Avitable, I spent all of 11 seconds adding the "subscribe to comments" plugin to my blog. That allows the four of you that do comment to get notified when someone else craps on me. Should be good times.
If any of you have any other suggestions for add-ons or plugins, I’m all ears.
Oh, and if you have any theme suggestions for me, send those too. I’m tired of this one now too and I’m ready for something a little cooler that doesn’t involve me doing a whole lot of learnin’.
I was sad to hear of the passing of annoying pitchman Billy Mays this morning. At least way sadder than I was to hear of the death of Michael Jackson.
Mays was found in his home. He was 50 years old.
I’ll be less than shocked to find out that he died as a result of toxic shock poisoning that he got from all that black hair and beard dye.
Oh, and about Governor do and I say not do as I do from South Cackalackee, let me say this.
You fucked up. Granted, it was a series of hookers in Vegas or a fat intern in your office, but whether you love this woman or not, you’re married.
That said, Mrs. Governor Sandford, shut the fuck up. Just because they put a microphone in front of your pie hole doesn’t mean you have to spit out crafted responses. Sometimes, a no-comment would be better than your holier than thou, scripture laden bullet pointed speeches. This will slowly fall on you too. If you knew five months ago that it’d gone on for over a year and he’d known her for eight, then what the hell are you doing still with him? You’re not some bon bon eating Oprah watching house frau. You were a big Wall Street VP and you are the money in the family and clearly the brains.
Move along, take the boys with you and run for Governor yourself. You could win and possibly compete for your husband’s ultimate prize, the presidency. But not if you keep talking down to us like you are now, as though you’re a Sunday School teacher for six year olds.
I’d be willing to bet that the spouses of all these cheating politicians have known a lot more, for a lot longer, than we the public will ever hear about, and it’s all kept hush hush to keep up appearances.
Can you define “A little cooler” for me? I like making themes…
Honestly, I don’t even care. Yours is cool. I just don’t have a creative bone in my body for that stuff, so I can’t even say what I want.
I’ve gotta disagree with you about Mrs. Gov. It’s refreshing to see a woman who actually has the balls to refuse to stand silently at her (cheating, good-for-nothing) husband’s side while he make his half-assed mea-culpa to the cameras.
I thought my head would explode when Jim McGreevey’s wife stood next to him while he admitted he had a same-sex affair. Jesus, lady, have some self-respect. Not only does he not choose you, he’s not playing for your team and he’s playing an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SPORT! If you husband is going to go on camera and declare himself a “Gay American”, you might want to make plans to be elsewhere.
But Sanford’s affair bothers me much less that the fact that he disappeared for several days without a transfer of power in place. What a moron. And Mrs S. (AKA “woman scorned”) should probably stop claiming to take the “high road” if she’s going to speak out. I’m pretty sure there are no TV cameras on the high road.
I kind of hope they work it out - they deserve each other.