Showing posts with label eliot spitzer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eliot spitzer. Show all posts

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Victoria's Secret: She's No Good

"1. Rielle Hunter

Is there anyone worse than the New Age–spouting, sex tape–filming, wretched poser-in-her-underwear-on-her-child's-bed Rielle Hunter? The former Lisa Jo Druck (no, really, that was her name) doesn't even get most of our scorn in that whole sordid affair. John Edwards certainly deserves the lion's share of the blame for being a disgusting cheater who had a baby with someone else while his wife was dying of cancer. But Rielle is just gross. What kind of terrible person gives a quote like this to a national magazine: 'You know, love is this mysterious force that you just don't understand. And it's uplifting, and it's bigger than you, bigger than us, bigger than everyone. We could not stop it. It was so big. And it's still big. It's astonishing. It surprises us.'"
-- Sara Brady, voting John Edwards' Lisa Jo Druck as THE top-of-the-line model out of the "7 Worst Mistresses Of All Time" - even beating out such luminaries as Jesse James' uber-tatooed nightmare, Michelle "Bombshell" McGee, and Eliot Spitzer's Ashley Dupré - making me wish I'd never married that too-closely-named NewAge nutjob, Karine Anne Brunck (and had, instead, just used her for a cum rag) because then the honor would be all hers - without question - making her, instead of being my life's greatest regret, Your Tango.

Friday, March 14, 2008

You Can't Turn A Ho Into A Housewife

Turns out Eliot Spitzer used the name of one of his close friends, George Fox, when Spitzer was seeing Ashley Alexandra Dupre. That's the same tactic (supposedly) used by John Edwards when he was (supposedly) impregnating that NewAger, Rielle Hunter. Democrats can be so conventional.

Meanwhile, more information on Miss Dupre is emerging that's worth a laugh - and some serious consideration:

First, she claimed (as so many women do) that she was abused at home - a slam, presumably, against her step-father - but a "family friend" told The New York Post that's not true:

"She crashed up [her stepdad's] Porsche and wanted another one, and he wouldn't give it to her, so she left."

And, boy, I'm going to love to hear from dear ol' stepdad after all this! Why do women want to do this to the men in their lives? Has the anti-male brainwashing been so complete that no one will seriously question this nonsense? And why is she sporting a tattoo that says, "protect your own" when she's, presumably, willing to sell out her own step-father merely because he has a dick - and didn't allow her to get her way - after smashing up his car? Here's another bit, from the same article, that speaks volumes about the female mindset:

"Sources say Dupre got involved with the Emperors Club as early as 2006 after responding to an ad from the agency seeking girls to 'party' with deep-pocketed men.

After meeting with her, the escort service's operators liked what they saw. She took to the job quickly.

'Like all of them, she wanted to hang out with guys with money,' a source said."


Yes, indeedy. As a guy who's aware of the difference from when I'm on stage (and everybody thinks you're rich) and off (when nobody knows what you've got) the way women act around the presumption of moolah is startling.

In Europe I saw tons of decrepit old toads, with bizarre facial features, escorting eye-popping model types because (as my now ex-friends told me) the men came from "old money" so they could have practically any woman they wanted. Someone even noted that Ashley Alexandra Dupre was taking "trips to St.-Tropez", where all the French think they're hot shit. (I've been to St.-Tropez and, believe me, it's another place in France where everybody's stuck up over nothing: I hated it. I've seen more impressive displays of wealth - without the attitude - in the L.A. valley.)

Y'know, I think - for the very first time - I'm starting to appreciate all the nonsense my ex-wife put me through. It's really opened my eyes to all the idiocy I was ignoring as I was naively pursuing my own now-seemingly-innocent-assed music career. (And considering all the guns I had put in my face, that's really saying something.)

My scatterbrained ex truly embodied every disfunction I'm seeing today (and covering on this blog). And, because of my current understanding of her horrible outlook on life, our divorce now seems like, not only a natural progression, but the perfect introduction to the diabolical underbelly of this world of female manipulation that she had me so passionately primed to defend.

So finally - after almost 3 years - I can sincerely say, from the bottom of my heart, and without reservation:

Karine Anne Brunck - Thank You - This has been one hell of a nasty education.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

A Little Early Trick Or Treating

The info on Client #9's girlfriend is wild - can you believe Eliot fucking Spitzer threw everything away (or would throw anything away) for her? The stupid hole's musical taste - if you can call it that - runs to Celine Dion, Britney Spears, and Christina Aguilera, for christ's sakes. (She's since cancelled her MySpace account.)

She says she doesn't "want to be thought of as a monster"? Fine - you're not a monster - you're just another dumb slut. Surely, not as dumb as Eliot Spitzer, but pretty damned dumb. His wife must want to kill him,...if she can ever get over her embarrassment. I mean, look at those sunglasses.

And before anybody writes in, about me calling her a "slut", she picked the damn job, not me.

This should point out so many things to us: How people hurt each other - non-violently, of course. How the "innocent" decisions we make that seem unrelated to anything else (Oh, I think I'm going to start hooking!) can topple other people's whole worlds. How bad the parenting in this country has gotten. How silly the women are. How stupid the men can be. How power corrupts. How utterly corrosive the level of stupidity - by everyone - can be. I could just go on and on and on.

It's really tragic in it's scope. Amy Winehouse's father is now confessing his own affair may have fucked her up. It's like the entire post 60's generation was just one big mistake.

And before anybody writes in, whining about men and sex, Julie Andrews just confessed she's the product of her mother's infidelity.

Secrets and lies, secrets and lies, where would we be without secrets and lies?

Fraud in the weather. Fraud in the EU. Fraud in the supplement industry. Fraud in the NewAge. Fraud in the women's movement. Fraud in the world of comedy. Fraud in the movies. Fraud even on helping the homeless. And that's just today. I ask you: Are any of you people for real?

And before anybody writes in, asking about me, I can assure you - as a former Democrat - I'm making up for lost time.

"The Doughy Pantload", AKA Jonah Goldberg (above) author of Liberal Fascism, has a great time with Michael Tomasky (of that bastion of liberalism, The New Republic) after he criticized his book. I won't go into it (you can read it yourself) except to mention Michael Tomasky's one itsy-bitsy line of concession:

“There is, to be sure, a little something to it.”

Hilarious.

And before anybody writes in, talkin' shit about Jonah Goldberg, stuff it: The guy makes me laugh.

And, finally, I'll end this post by proudly displaying a recent declaration by the French foreign minister, Bernard Kouchner, about America's relationship to the world. Except - since I know the French get everything backwards - in doing so, I'm actually sending his declaration out, specifically, to the NewAgers in America and abroad. Here it is:

"I think the magic is over."

Enjoy it while it lasts, kids.

CMC

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

In No Mood To Play Around

Looking at the pictures of Eliot Spitzer's wife are torturous. Betrayal is such an ugly thing. You can see she hasn't been sleeping, probably not eating, as well. The poor woman. Anyone who can suggest there are "worse things than adultery" is either sick in the head or equally guilty. Without killing someone, it is, without a doubt, the ultimate way to hurt those who love you.

I hope she'll be alright and has friends who will be good for her and her daughters because, despite knowing the truth, she's still in for a rough ride ahead. Possibly years of torture because nothing will ever be the same:

She now knows she can't trust him but, more importantly, she's discovering she can't exactly trust herself - because, damn it, she trusted him.

That's the really tough part. That look in the mirror.

Moving on, the way the media is trying to portray this - as merely a male failing - when 70% of divorces are started by women, is just wrong. Oh well, the Liberals have their story line and they're sticking with it, whether it's a lie or not. When it comes to the part that's true though, I think Kathleen Parker says it best:
"Are we harder on women than we are on men? Here’s a hint: If President Hillary Clinton were caught having an affair with a male intern her daughter’s age, would she ever be received again in public except for her own funeral?"
I assure you, the answer - outside of Liberal circles - is a very-loud "no". How "feminist" Hillary helped make that statement true is a question for the ages. Stand by your man? Understandable. Cover for the cheating bastard? Attack his accusers? And then run for his job - with his help - in front of all of us? That's just sleazy NewAge insanity. Our whole country needs a shower after those two. Like Mrs. Spitzer, we didn't ask to be a part of this.

David Mamet has switched sides, politically, becoming a Conservative. (Something Liberal dreamers keep declaring is impossible in these anti-Bush times.) It happened for Mamet as it does for so many others:
"As a child of the '60s, I accepted as an article of faith that government is corrupt, that business is exploitative, and that people are generally good at heart.

These cherished precepts had, over the years, become ingrained as increasingly impracticable prejudices. Why do I say impracticable? Because although I still held these beliefs, I no longer applied them in my life. How do I know? My wife informed me. We were riding along and listening to NPR. I felt my facial muscles tightening, and the words beginning to form in my mind:

Shut the fuck up."
Ha! "Shut the fuck up" was such a popular phrase with me, my ex had it put on a t-shirt for one of my birthdays. It really is a magic phrase. A serious determinant of position:

Liberalism is over once you get there.

Welcome to the club, David.

Fiona MacKeown, the mother of Scarlett Keeling (above) a 15-year-old murdered in Goa, India, is being questioned about possible negligence in leaving the teenager on her own. While her mother and family were in another part of India, her daughter is said to have been drunk, and high on drugs, when she was raped and murdered on a beach. So why do I mention it? Listen up:
"Mrs MacKeown, 43, is well used to being viewed as unusual, with her brood of children by at least four fathers leading an alternative New Age lifestyle, with the help of her partner, Rob Clarke, 47."
Yep, Scarlett's mom is one of them. Speaking of them, in some parts of the world, NewAgers are being jailed for failing to vaccinate their kids, which I think is a step in the right direction: Let there be a real price for imposing this idiocy on kids. On society. On history.

Which all brings me to Kwame Kilpatrick, the embattled mayor of Detroit. Just four words:

Shut the fuck up.