You're running for President, your wife has cancer and everyone thinks you're a moral pillar of light with a great haircut. What are you gonna do next?!?!
Oh, of course. Fuck a staffer.
Relax, everyone. Relax. It's not like he's the father of her illegitimate child. That's another staffer. Duh.
How this trainwreck gets so much play is beyond me.
It's often been asked why powerful, brilliant, interesting people screw everything up, by well, screwing? There's a million answers which I won't go into other than they probably think they're entitled and above the same standards as the rest of us.
Eh, what else is new?
You know what I want to know? Why is it always an unimpressive conquest? If you're going to fall from grace John, you can probably do better Erin Brockovich in mom jeans. Jesus, is that a peace sign heart on her trimmed sweater top? Monica Lewinsky's probably patting herself on the back (or beret) right now. And for that matter, Client Number 9's taste level just went up in my book. Although, I'm guessing mom jeans Brockovich didn't ask John to leave a few grand on the nightstand.
What ever happened to the good ole' days of Marilyn Monroe being snuck through the kitchen?
This one makes Paula Jones look like, well...probably a good friend...