Saturday, September 19, 2009

The ghost of H.L. Mencken wakes me up from a sound snooze

I've been hearing this weird laughter this morning. I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Then I read the NYT, and I realized that the spirit of H.L. Mencken was in the house!

"In the proposal, which The New York Times examined, Mr. Young asserts that he assisted the affair by setting up private meetings between Mr. Edwards and Ms. Hunter. He wrote that Mr. Edwards once calmed an anxious Ms. Hunter by promising her that after his wife died, he would marry her in a rooftop ceremony in New York with an appearance by the Dave Matthews Band."

Hmm, I could comment on that, but no comment could possibly do it justice. I'll... I'll simply... repeat it:

"In the proposal, which The New York Times examined, Mr. Young asserts that he assisted the affair by setting up private meetings between Mr. Edwards and Ms. Hunter. He wrote that Mr. Edwards once calmed an anxious Ms. Hunter by promising her that after his wife died, he would marry her in a rooftop ceremony in New York with an appearance by the Dave Matthews Band."

4 comments:

northanger said...

o goodie. i just saw The imaginary pirate of globalization today.

pirates of the law unite!

northanger said...

{ahem} aye aye matey!

rob fletcher said...

this is disgusting...what are the people having a part in big choices for our country doing acting like wayward individuals???

roger said...

Actually, I thought they were acting more like walkins in some documentary about Paris Hilton's life. Except ... not so sophisticated.

That the man was running for president, knowing that he had not a skeleton in his closet, but a whole soap opera full of skeletons, a day of the dead parade of skeletons, makes me think: ego is truly blind.