Be a dumb ass.

Fly to Argentina to be with your dear, dear friend.  Tell everyone you’re hiking the Appalachian Trail.  Don’t check in.  Come home and wonder why people were worried.

What a dope.

Hey, how about you tell people you need a break and leave it at that.  Your wife ain’t gonna believe the Appalachian trail thing anyway and you’re separated. Try not to set up the situation to fail from the start, you moron.

I’m not a very good liar when it comes to well, lying, but I’m really good at coming up with believable lies. (I can’t stick the landing.) I think I’ll start a school for future politicians.

Seriously, I’m not even having that much fun anymore watching Pols self-destruct.  It’s like visiting castles here in Krautland.  The first 20 or so are fabulous, but after a while, eh, you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.  It’s not even fun anymore that these are the most virulent about ‘morality’.  It’s just bor-ing.

Can someone come up with a good juicy scandal we haven’t lived through vicariously 100 times before?  Please?

(Not you, Obama.  You stay just how you are.)

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