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.

Puh-Leaze: The WHORE Speaks

Hat Tip: Hot Air

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.

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