I'm really trying to stay focused on the good news: Senator Al Franken.
I've managed to put a black-out over almost all the MJ coverage.
But Mark Sanford just keeps rearing his brainless little head.
As Cron commented on an earlier post, "At last - the rational explanation for the good Governor's dalliance: that was no mistress, it was my "soul mate!" So I guess that will keep him in the running for the 2012 presidential primary.
And of course it takes a big man to say he will try to fall back in love with his wife. I have to assume that comment is making her feel giddy, like they are 16 years old and courting again." And I replied . . .
Yeah, the big man said he couldn't resign because of the lesson that would teach his sons. To paraphrase, "You can't teach them that if you fall, then you quit. You have to teach them that you stay with it." Even if it requires revealing your private life in chapters, like a really bad romance novel, using words like "soul mate" with a straight face, and promising to try to fall in love again with their (yawn) un-soulmate mother -- the one who worked in the basement to get you elected.
Yep, there's a fine father, leading his boys by example.
(Wasn't there anyone smart enough in all of South Carolina to put a muzzle on this guy?)
I've never questioned why Hillary stood by Bill, or even why Elizabeth Edwards stayed with John. (Although the revelation that he had his trysts filmed, and tried to bribe an aid to say he was the father of his love-child does raise the stakes for Elizabeth.)
There are things in a marriage that bind us more than sexual fidelity. And forgiving a stupid sexual encounter or two isn't all that difficult, seems to me.
But when your mate publicly claims to have fallen in love, to have had an ongoing cyber relationship with a "dear friend" for years, and that it was more than a sexual dalliance, and he knows because he's also had a few of those (though of course he's deep in self-regarding delusion in that regard, just give it time), well, that part would break it to smithereens for me. I mean, the jackass aspect of it alone would frost my love light forever.
I can't get the image out of my head of the governor up late at his desk, the light in the window glowing out into the soft southern night, as if he's hard at work figuring out ways to decline those tainted stimulus dollars. But in fact he's hunched over his keyboard, typing love letters to his soul mate, working on his personal stimulus plan. Isn't there something in the bible about that?