Hey! Jesse, Arnold, Tiger, David, Anthony, John and Eliot … I’m talkin’ to you!
Are these men really that stupid or are they just arrogant? And if they are our policy makers and doing a good job, should it matter?
So here’s my skinny on the subject.
Lies matter. Infidelity matters. So does trust, honesty, character and decency. If you’re representing me, keep it in your pants and stick to the business at hand (yours not hers).
When it comes to infidelity, I am not amused.
I still remember our Teflon president pointing his finger at the camera and stating emphatically “I did not have sexual relations with that woman.” Hmmm, no, but the cigar sure did. I’m pretty sure that if your semen ends up on someone’s dress, you didn’t keep your zipper zipped.
If you want to be governor, have your children respect you, keep a loving wife and lead public policy, then you should keep your damn pants zipped.
I remember countless times when Letterman was merciless to many a fallen celeb that had gotten caught cheating. All the while he is living with the love of his life for 20+ years (with whom he had a child with) while he was screwing his female staff members … for years. People who live in glass houses should not throw stones.
Common sense would tell most of us to not snap pics of our private parts and send them to people across the country whom we have never met. You would think. And this man was trusted with public budgets, policies and confidences. The stupidity of it all is bad enough, but for him to think that he was so powerful that he could bald-face lie about it and not get caught, well, that’s just obnoxious.
They have rehab for everything. They have sexual addition rehab too. Isn’t that nice? It didn’t work out very well for Tiger. He can’t hit a ball worth crap, and while he may have built himself a mega mansion, his beautiful family has been broken and humiliated. When love is compromised and trust is broken, it’s generally “game over”.
What we really need is a valid rehab for incredibly poor judgment, stupendous arrogance, and a perpetually faulty zipper. The waiting list would be endless. And while these men have their shortcomings (pun intended); they deserve every single bit of humiliation and loss that comes their way. Unfortunately, their wives, children and parents do not. Neither does the public or the country.
I have never been cheated on. Thank God. But I know an awful lot of very good women who have. It scars you and presents you with a defensive brick wall that you will spend the rest of your life trying to break down. Cheating is the tornado of relationships; it leaves little in its wake. And for what? I wish I knew.
So, I say very clearly, if you are cheater, get out of line! If you value your penis more than you do you wife, family or constituents, get out of line! If you feel it is not a character defect and you just need a little time to sort things out, call me. I would be happy to sit down and talk it all over with you.
At the end of our chat I guarantee you will know how to keep your zipper zipped. Crazy Glue comes to mind.