Every once in awhile, you run across a line you really wish you’d written. So it is with this lede by Maureen Dowd in her latest column:
As in all great affairs, Mark Sanford fell in love simultaneously with a woman and himself — with the dashing new version of himself he saw in her molten eyes.
That’s almost poetry. I’m not one of Dowd’s biggest fans — sometimes she flogs her metaphors beyond endurance and comes off as simply sophomoric — but her take on the two sides of South Carolina Gov. Mark Sanford is brilliant. There’s Mark, the penny-pinching prig; and there’s Marco, the lying Latin lover. Her damning contrast between the two, between Sanford’s conservative talk and libertine walk, should be required reading at the hypocrisy-prevention seminars the GOP must surely be planning by now.
Is that all there is?
Blinded by the light. But it’s only temporary
It’s not about the money.
Mystery photo number fourteen