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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'll bet your political scandal didn't have erotic e-mails.
It's so true. Politics here is so dull compared to what you guys can pull. On the other hand, you don't have wallabies under the influence of narcotics trying to contact aliens. I call it a draw.
Re: anchors reading the Sandford e-mails. Countdown had fun with them yesterday, including some really sappy music while Keith was full-bore emoting. Rachel Maddow, however, refused to read them, and only put the text on the screen while she spoke about them in the sidebar. She said if she started reading them aloud, she'd blush so hard they'd have to take her to the hospital, break for commercial, and then come back to find a new anchor sitting in the chair.
I'm just waiting for both TDS and Colbert to have more scripted stuff than they were able to write in the few hours before they taped last night.
Now I want bagels for breakfast.
It was a pretty heavenly way to start the day, msbelle. Now the kids are up too. Luckily they seem to have taken their cute pills this morning. I'm sure it helps that we aren't in a rush now that school is over.
It's so true. Politics here is so dull compared to what you guys can pull.
One of my favorite scandals where 'shot himself in the foot' could almost be taken literally.
Returning to his mobile home in Austin, the Republican representative was struck in the left arm by three buckshot pellets from a twelve-gauge shotgun, and his car was riddled with dime-sized holes. At various times since then, Martin, 29, has said his arm was raised to protect himself, to yawn and to check the time. Wayne House, then a legislative aide to Martin, took him to a hospital. But even then, House started to wonder: Had Martin staged his own shooting?
As time passed, evidence mounted that he had. Martin, a conservative Baptist, had set his sights on a state senate seat, and the assassination try sounded suspiciously like a p.r. gambit. Before the shooting, he had composed an "emergency list" of people to contact should anything happen to him; at the top, above his family, was his public relations man. Associates also noticed tiny discrepancies every time Martin recounted the shooting.
Martin ignored a subpoena to appear before a grand jury on Aug. 11, and then hatched a more outlandish version of what had happened: a black-masked member of "the Guardian Angels of the Underworld" had carried out the ambush to prevent him from exposing the satanic cult. On Aug. 17, Martin ducked another grand jury appearance—for his own safety, he said.
A few days later Martin's cousin, Charles Goff, 29, swore to police that he not only fired the shots, but also made three threatening telephone calls to a Martin aide to bolster the satanic cult story. The next day Texas Rangers found Martin hiding in a stereo cabinet in his mother's house and arrested him on an old assault charge. Free on bail, Martin denies everything. The grand jury will hear more evidence this week. If Martin is charged, it will probably be with a misdemeanor. Two possibilities: reckless conduct and making a false statement to police.
It's an oldie, but it's hard to beat.
Texas politics can be pretty entertaining (at least, if you live elsewhere). I miss Molly Ivins.
Olbermann's been on a roll -- there was the "Don't Call Me LIZ!" series recently, with a male staffer dressed up in blonde wig and aggressive lipstick, emotively typing away at a keyboard while Keith read her angry emails out loud.
I feel kind of sorry for Sanford, re: the emails. They may not be the height of literary achievement, but they sound sincere, and I think the guy has little enough sincerity in his life that it should be mocked. And a couple of them are kind of sweet.
They're lovely emails.
If he wasn't a "family values" hypocrite who left his damned workplace for 6 days AWOL, I'd have a bit more empathy for him. Grow up, Sanford!
Sweet to him and her, not so sweet for his wife and kids, though.
Right, Scrappy.