Las Politicas

Dear Guvvie,

I have been in a slump, as yourself, apparently. 

I have felt sooo bombarded by politicking that I have taken a sabbatical from the whole mess for a while, but I knew, KNEW, there would be a yummy little scandal that would pull me back into the swing of things… so I wanna thank you Gov. Spitzer -and might I say, what a fabulously Freudian name for this little scenario you are in… that’s gonna keep Leno, Conan, & Letterman going for a solid three nights- for getting yourself so stupidly involved in a damn prostitution ring.  I mean, yeah, it sounds all classy with its “Emperor’s Club VIP” name, and I mean, if you are paying $1,500-$5,000 a tryst for it, these broads must have discretion, RIGHT?  So much discretion that all of America knows that you were in Room 871 at the Mayflower orderin’ in hos like room service. 

See, here’s where you screwed up, 9, you shouldn’t have gotten on your soapbox after the ring you took down in 2004… You should have just done the polite pat on the back and kept on truckin, but alas… here we stand.   Keep your head up and proudly wear those black eyes that your wife hopefully gave you as a badge of honor as you fight against the wiretaps as and good politician would do.

Back in Black,

Terita Bonita

Ps- What IS that face he’s making??  Its very reminiscent of Mario’s evil twin Wario from Nintendo.

 pps- This has to be the best freaking line from the New York Times article “The governor’s aides appeared shaken, and one of them began to weep as they waited for him to make his statement at his Manhattan office.”  Someone get me a shot of that.  I hope its a guy.  Client Number 8, perhaps?