Anthony and Cleopatra.
Tristan and Isolde.
Romeo and Juliet.
Abelard and Heloise.
Lancelot and Guinevere.
Liz and Dick. (This Liz and Dick.)
Mark and Maria?
Anthony and Cleopatra.
Tristan and Isolde.
Romeo and Juliet.
Abelard and Heloise.
Lancelot and Guinevere.
Liz and Dick. (This Liz and Dick.)
Mark and Maria?
…or maybe Edward VIII and Wallis (except Sanford didn’t abdicate his office for his love)…
But as far as this new story goes, Why Not head off to the Keys to visit the object of his passion? He’s blown up his marriage, ripped apart the nuclear family unit that he no doubt would have sworn was his abiding passion until the better part of a year ago when we all learned that wasn’t true, and doesn’t have much going on right now except crossing the days off of his short-timer calendar since he won’t leave and nobody wants to deal with him. Might as well try to join that epic list of classic love stories…
I am more concerned about the suffering wrought upon America by these self-serving Republican demagogs than I am in their personal failures of judgment.
Well, It’s not like he didn’t pay a fair price for his little dip into the honey pot. Now he says he wants to “restart” the relationship, but for some reason I suspect the previously forbidden fruit wont be so sweet now that it’s no longer forbidden. All things considered I think he realizes now that he got snared by his ego, and doesn’t know where to turn to satisfy his lust for the flesh. His best prospect for getting laid right now lies with Maria so that’s where he’s going to go.
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And let us not forget St. Ronnie and Nancy. A “Conservative Love Story.”
While he began the work of tearing this country apart by cutting taxes for the rich, she worked feverishly with taxpayer money at restocking the WH formal dinnerware.
I liked her “just say no to drugs’ campaign so much that I just extended it to the real world, – “Just say no to Republicans.”
“Men are men are men. I’m rooting for the poodle.” –Selma Diamond on Night Court
(Nothing personal, guys; it’s just so applicable in this instance. And by “poodle,” I mean the former Mrs. Sanford.)
We had quite a spirited discussion on this topic last year when the story broke.
I remember (and have no idea why I remember such things) that joanr’s brother was interested in buying a VW Beetle as a means to find some mid-life crisis alone time. Can’t help wondering whether he was successful.
Y’know, give him this much: he’s the only wingnut in America who doesn’t spend every waking moment of his life plotting the destruction of the “Democrat Party,” even if the country goes down along with it. I find that somewhat refreshing.
BPx3, your recall is most impressive. Alas, no, my brother’s motor-vehicular sitch has actually declined; now he’s chauffeuring around his 15-year-old daughter and her cohort. He is a man of near-saintly patience… for one more year anyway.
But he makes the girls listen to Classic Rock in the car.
You know I am sort of with Steve M. on this one. Alright I am a guy, but I will give Sanford credit–once he got caught he was forthright and he seems to really have more of a teenager’s view of love than the raging ego of a guy suffering a mid life crisis. I actually think the closest analogy is Charles and Camilla.
I’m waiting for the TV mini-series. (*crickets*)
… “a forbidden one, a tragic one, but a love story at the end of the day.”
(*more crickets*)
…called: “Lambada, The Forbidden Romance†(*crickets with hissing*)
…material for an SNL skit?