When in Doubt…
…REHAB !!
In that time honored recent tradition of ‘everything stupid and hateful I do is because of my underlying addictive personality and NOT the fact of my weaselness’ ~ traveling in the vaunted footsteps plowed through the detritus of their personal loser lives ~ emulating such weasel rehab pioneers before him, like Miss USA, Patrick Kennedy, Isaiah Washington, Jim McGreevey (“More than a coming-out memoir, The Confession is the story of one man’s quest to repair the rift between his public and private selves, at a time in our culture when the personal and political have become tangled like frayed electric cables. Teeming with larger-than-life characters, written with honesty, grace, and rare insight into what it means to negotiate the minefields of American public life, it may be among the most honest political memoirs ever written.“)…the San Francisco playboy, the City by the Bay Mayor who looks enough like McGreevey to be his hetero hound dog brother…is headed to rehab.
Mayor Gavin Newsom said Monday that he plans to seek counseling for alcohol use, following the disclosure that he had an affair with the wife of a trusted aide.
Newsom, 39, said that although “my problems with alcohol are not an excuse for my personal lapses in judgment,” he had stopped drinking and wanted professional help staying sober.
“Upon reflection with friends and family this weekend, I have come to the conclusion that I will be a better person without alcohol in my life,” Newsom said in a statement.
Of course you will, you smarmy, revolting lizardoid. 
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February 6, 2007 7:58 am
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Did he apologize to anyone who may have been offended by his recent behavior? That’s the key, you see. You don’t actually admit that you’ve done something scummy but rather say “gosh, I’m sorry that you are such a bigoted prude that you find my behavior off somehow.”
Dumbass. He should have just said “I was temporarily insane, I got dumped by a freakin’ supermodel.”
“Lock up the Nurses!”
THS – I fear the answer, but I shall ask – is that the actual blurb from Mayor McCheesey’s book?
Publisher’s squib, Diptera. Horrifying, is it not?
Some of the comment threads on Amazon are illuminating. Apparently if you take issue with McSceevey’s corruption, you’re a homophobe.
And to prove it, they invoke Christy Todd Whitman saying the air at the WTC site is okay.
We’re doomed.
Horrifying? In the sense that a publishing company thought that it was a well-written descriptive of a book they want to sell, then yes. Of course, they’re probably targeting people who assume that lots of flowery words equals thoughtful, without the bother of actual brain activity – in which case, BULLSEYE.
On the bright side, it’s hilariously bad, and I enjoy fisking the crap out of stuff like this. Set phasers to mockery, Mr. Chekov.
Set phasers to mockery, Mr. Chekov
This is a public service announcement from Bloggers Against Rifted Writing: don’t write like this blurb. Ever. Please.
Done, and tracked back – invisibly. Them’s the breaks. =P