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.
Poor Petraeus!
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!
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