Saturday, December 23
The GOP turned into the Adultery Party so gradually, I didn't even notice
"McCain was still married and living with his wife in 1979 while, according to The New York Times' Nicholas Kristof, 'aggressively courting a 25-year-old woman who was as beautiful as she was rich.' McCain divorced his wife, who had raised their three children while he was imprisoned in Vietnam, then launched his political career with his new wife's family money."
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"Giuliani informed his second wife, Donna Hanover, of his intention to seek a separation in a 2000 press conference. The announcement was precipitated by a tabloid frenzy after Giuliani marched with his then-mistress, Judith Nathan, in New York's St. Patrick's Day parade, an acknowledgement of infidelity so audacious that Daily News columnist Jim Dwyer compared it with 'groping in the window at Macy's.'
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"But the most notorious of them all is undoubtedly Gingrich, who ran for Congress in 1978 on the slogan, 'Let Our Family Represent Your Family.' (He was reportedly cheating on his first wife at the time). In 1995, an alleged mistress from that period, Anne Manning, told Vanity Fair's Gail Sheehy: 'We had oral sex. He prefers that modus operandi because then he can say, "I never slept with her."' Gingrich obtained his first divorce in 1981, after forcing his wife, who had helped put him through graduate school, to haggle over the terms while in the hospital, as she recovered from uterine cancer surgery. In 1999, he was disgraced again, having been caught in an affair with a 33-year-old congressional aide while spearheading the impeachment proceedings against President Clinton."
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John Hawkins of RightWingNews is blunt: "the 2008 Presidential field sucks" (so to speak).
Did I ever blog about the time I dreamed I was married to Newt Gingrich? Oh man. For the second last Right Wing Movie Night, we asked everyone to bring something Danish and edible. I found this incredible cranberry blue cheese at Sobey's. Powerfully addictive as well as stinky. The whole room reeked. I blame that damn cheese for the dream because believe me, "having impure thoughts about Newt Gingrich" is not on my list for confession. We had a really, really nice Cape Cod style house, very Martha Stewart-ish; that's all I remember, thank God. Blech. Cough. Ugh.
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"Giuliani informed his second wife, Donna Hanover, of his intention to seek a separation in a 2000 press conference. The announcement was precipitated by a tabloid frenzy after Giuliani marched with his then-mistress, Judith Nathan, in New York's St. Patrick's Day parade, an acknowledgement of infidelity so audacious that Daily News columnist Jim Dwyer compared it with 'groping in the window at Macy's.'
(...)
"But the most notorious of them all is undoubtedly Gingrich, who ran for Congress in 1978 on the slogan, 'Let Our Family Represent Your Family.' (He was reportedly cheating on his first wife at the time). In 1995, an alleged mistress from that period, Anne Manning, told Vanity Fair's Gail Sheehy: 'We had oral sex. He prefers that modus operandi because then he can say, "I never slept with her."' Gingrich obtained his first divorce in 1981, after forcing his wife, who had helped put him through graduate school, to haggle over the terms while in the hospital, as she recovered from uterine cancer surgery. In 1999, he was disgraced again, having been caught in an affair with a 33-year-old congressional aide while spearheading the impeachment proceedings against President Clinton."
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John Hawkins of RightWingNews is blunt: "the 2008 Presidential field sucks" (so to speak).
Did I ever blog about the time I dreamed I was married to Newt Gingrich? Oh man. For the second last Right Wing Movie Night, we asked everyone to bring something Danish and edible. I found this incredible cranberry blue cheese at Sobey's. Powerfully addictive as well as stinky. The whole room reeked. I blame that damn cheese for the dream because believe me, "having impure thoughts about Newt Gingrich" is not on my list for confession. We had a really, really nice Cape Cod style house, very Martha Stewart-ish; that's all I remember, thank God. Blech. Cough. Ugh.
