It’s the Age of the Email.
You can send but you cannot hide.
Not even if you’re the chief officer of the CIA.
It’s rather sad.
He failed to keep his proud and private pickle inside his pants.
Lust is a powerful elixir.
It’s difficult to resist the tantalizing tonic of its physical pleasure.
But when the frail-fleshed sinner sits at the top of an agency as powerful as the Central Intelligence Agency, then the sight of the fallen angel without his pants is even more shocking, more pathetic, and this sinner must resign from his high perch.
The juicy details will keep spewing out of the mouths of the media until the scandalous fish is thoroughly battered and fried, waiting for another slimy scandal to rear up its head to be decapitated, reviled, and revealed to the world.
Without laughter the world would be a sadder place.
Without sex scandals the world would be a more boring place.
IT’S RENEWABLE RESOURCES STUPID!