Even if you don’t live in Las Vegas, you probably know that our city’s been experiencing particularly tough times. But it’s not just the city; the whole state is a friggin’ mess. What do you expect? Though admittedly he makes for a colorful character, our mayor’s a former attorney for the mob who openly admits to loving his booze (even when addressing a class of fourth graders). Last year Nevada Senator John Ensign admitted to having an affair with a former staffer, but supposedly there’s more where that came from. And our governor, Jim Gibbons, has a civil suit against him for allegedly assaulting and threatening rape of a Las Vegas resident in 2006.
On Tuesday, the Huffinton Post reported that Gibbons claimed in a sworn deposition that he hasn’t had sex since 1995. Curiously, the governor filed for divorce in 2008, after he was linked with an alleged Playboy model mistress and another woman to whom he sent 860 text messages from his state-owned cell phone. But he hasn’t had sex since 1995.
Politicians don’t lie, so it must be true, right?
I swear, I was going in a whole other direction with this post. Totally didn’t mean to end up here. But since I did, let the record state (the record of my blog, anyway) that the biggest douche bag of them all, the King of All Douches, has got to be John Edwards. Edwards recently admitted to fathering his mistress’ child as his wife of how many friggin’ years battled cancer. And oh, yeah, this is all while he was running for president, to be the leader of the free world.
The silver medalist in this Olympics of Shame? Former New York governor Eliot Spitzer, who routinely banged a hooker. Yeah, every wife wants sloppy seconds after that. That governor of South Carolina—whatever his name is, the one with the Argentine “soul mate”—has nothing on him. (So Oscar Goodman likes to drink—big deal, huh?)
Let’s remember that Tiger Woods, as much of a train wreck as he is, is only a golfer. Sure, disappointing all around, but the bottom line is I expect more from elected officials.
And now for something completely different… a picture of Lori and Mom eating ice cream in frog pajamas. Yup.