You’ll Always Have Buenos Aries
July 2nd, 2009 by Omnipotent PoobahIf only South Carolina’s Latin Lothario had taken an extra day writing bad poetry to his Latin lovebird, he might’ve been saved from the nail guns affixing his hide to the wall. Another 24 hours and the All Jacko, All the Time networks would’ve barely noticed he’d returned to speculation that he’d flown the coup for on the Appalachian Trail.
Another governor caught with his hypocritical donger outside his pants? That’s not news. Now a donger with freakishly bad plastic surgery, a drug habit, and test tube babies dangling out of windows? That’s news baby! The kind that would’ve allowed Mark Sanford to sneak in under the news radar if only he’d returned a day late.
Unfortunately, he had the bad luck of returning from Tangoland straight into the arms of reporters pestering him with questions about where the hell he’d gone walkabout for the past week. True to form, Sanford’s initial story – as crazy and entertainingly refreshing as it might’ve been – was only the first act in a protracted drip drop of misinformation and criticism.
First, many politicians and assorted guardians of the public morals took time out from schtupping their maids to condemn the poor love-struck bastard as a hypocrite who must resign to save the Republic.
He refused, and rightfully so.
Sanford and the PigsHe needn’t explain his behavior to the likes of Larry Craig nor David Vitter nor, omigod, Lindsey Graham. It’s a personal matter between him and a wife who’d already kicked his lying ass to the curb. If a person wants to conduct a pouting bi-hemispherical schoolboy love affair, who are we to condemn him?
But shortly after his rambling and impassioned mea culpa the usual messy baggage started to ooze out of his cover story.
It seems the affair wasn’t just that one time. And, maybe he had (or hadn’t) billed the state for his travel. Ducking his security force was a no-brainer as was his “liberation” of a state vehicle to get to the Atlanta airport. And perhaps that whole leaving the state without telling the Lt. Governor thing was, ahem, bad form.
He’s steadily resisted resignation, which is a sure bet to give the story Betty Grable legs. In the latest twist, armchair psychiatrists are Bill Fristing diagnoses of his mental health. A possible hormonal imbalance. Maybe obsessive compulsive disorder. Hell, the guy might even be a full-scale manic depressive, schizophrenic sociopath with anorexic tendencies!
Or maybe just as stupid as your average tree stump.
Mark as much as I hate to say this, being a hypocrite and having your onto the Governor’s Mansion lawn is the least of your worries. Now that people are actually paying attention, you’ll inevitably find yourself on the wrong side of an investigation that will provide a reason to rightly or wrongly oust you.
But there are real reasons to step aside. You showed incredibly bad judgment by leaving the USS South Carolina without a rudder and your world famous tete-a-tete is distracting your state in a time of trouble. Give the citizens a break, Lindsey Graham already serves them poorly enough without you adding palmetto wood to the fire.
In my mind, the affair actually made you – a man renowned for his standoffishness – more human. You were like a boy in love with your syrupy poetry and sexy hijinks.
But you did some insanely stupid things. And for those things – the things that actually affect the public – you’ve got to go. Besides, sitting in a love nest with your new lady friend has got to be miles better than arguing about tobacco tax policy with a legislator that still flies a confederate flag on his lawn.
Go on. Step aside and get on with your life. Let your wife and kids get on with thiers. Leave all the caterwauling behind.
But remember, you’ll always have Buenos Aries.
Cross Posted At The Omnipiotent Poobah Speaks!


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