Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Please run Newt, PLEASE!!!

Such a moral crusader, Newt Gingrich's second ex-wife, Maryanne:

She kind of guessed it, of course. Women usually do. But did she know the woman was in her apartment, eating off her plates, sleeping in her bed?

She called a minister they both trusted. He came over to the house the next day and worked with them the whole weekend, but Gingrich just kept saying she was a Jaguar and all he wanted was a Chevrolet. " 'I can't handle a Jaguar right now.' He said that many times. 'All I want is a Chevrolet.' "

He asked her to just tolerate the affair, an offer she refused.

He'd just returned from Erie, Pennsylvania, where he'd given a speech full of high sentiments about compassion and family values.

The next night, they sat talking out on their back patio in Georgia. She said, "How do you give that speech and do what you're doing?"

"It doesn't matter what I do," he answered. "People need to hear what I have to say. There's no one else who can say what I can say. It doesn't matter what I live."

I guess you can chalk it all up to Newt just wants to bone a Chevy Nova, oh and a gigantic fucking hypocrite.


Montag said...

Heh. "It doesn't matter what I do."

That's like, what, the First Republican Commandment, isn't it?

StonyPillow said...

Give Newt a break. He was just looking for the hot tailpipe action he couldn't get at home.

Run, Newton, run!

Raoul Paste said...

And yet this degenerate is all over my TV, and his true believers will not be dissuaded.

Newt knows the game. You just have to lie brazenly and with conviction. Works every time on the rubes.

jimmiraybob said...

If he'd said Chevy pickup truck he'd have secured the Tea Party vote.


pansypoo said...

it wasn't fat, but bullshit.