With each day bringing sordid new details about South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford and his wiener gone wild, it's only a matter of time before he whips it out and shows it to us so we can behold its mighty girth.
I am not a psychotherapist, but it doesn't take one to see how much perverse pleasure this clown is taking in publicly reveling in his sexual dalliances.
Now, between conversations with God, he's telling anyone who'll listen that his Argentine mistress was not his only extramarital affair.
Oh sure, she's (allegedly) the only one he went all the way with, but do we really need to know what bases he landed on with the others? Is this guy 49 or 14?
Is he really so narcissistic he needs to keep talking about his errant pee-pee?
And why does he think he still has the right to mention God at every turn?
Doesn't he know that once you're caught fucking around, you have to give up your phony religious facade?
Listen. If God really was steering this creep's ship, He'd tell him to shut the fuck up, lie low and either resign or get back to work.
He reminds me of a toddler who finally nails potty training and wants everyone to rush in to look at his very special turds.
Less id and more super ego, please.
