Comments on: Everybody loves a list

by: I.C.

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 16:35:01 +0000

Based on the content of the emails that have been attributed to Mark Sanford, I think he missed his calling. He would have been successful as a romance novel writer.

by: Sheila

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 14:13:33 +0000

Hmm, I’d have to put him as a tie with Elliott Spitzer. He who whores together….

by: G.D. Gearino

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 12:33:18 +0000

Sheila: The problem is too many horndog politicians and too few spots on a Top 5 list. I call ‘em as I see ‘em. Who would you swap out on this list for Vitter?

by: Sheila

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 01:42:18 +0000

No David Vitter on your list?

by: NotThatImportant

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 19:17:31 +0000

“Loose cannon” — an especially fitting metaphor as letting his cannon loose is where this all got started. I’ll bet his “paramour” was helping him clean that loose cannon when it went off — by accident!

by: BP

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 17:16:25 +0000

The best part about Sanford is his wife didn’t stand up there next to him. He had to do his public confessions all by his lonesome.

by: Locomotive Breath

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 14:50:42 +0000

One of Clinton’s hummers with Monica took place while he was on the phone with a congressman (Bumpers?) trying to convince said congressman to vote to send Americans in harm’s way in the Balkans. To me, that gets him put at the top of any list.

by: Cranky Old Guy

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 11:30:55 +0000

Ok, so Clinton was sleaze. Hell, we knew he was an adulterer, a dope smoker and a draft dodger going in so what did we expect?

But be honest guys. If you were the Most Powerful Man on Earth, could you resist a late-night hummer in the Oval Office? What a great story to tell the guys sitting around the poker table in your golden years.

And I guarantee that if thee or me were invited to spend the night in the Lincoln Bedroom, we’d be trying to make a few memories of our own, or at least a new addition to our “Weird Places I Did the Nasty” list. And the White House is not exactly sacred ground like the Vatican or Robert E. Lee’s home.

Oh, you liar! You do have such a list, too.

Or you should.

Cranky Old Guy, remembering a distant day at Shelley Lake when the sun was shining and the boat was rocking.