... because I got tagged by

(Oh yeah, and the Governor of South Carolina just revealed to the world that he's a dumb-ass ... but more on that later.)


RULES
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1. Post these rules.
2. Each tagged person must post 8 things about themselves on their journal.
3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 8 people and post their icons on the same journal.
4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
5. No tag-backs!

8 THINGS ABOUT Rob
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1. I'm a crotchety old fart that lives alone ... with a dog
2. I have a brother and two sisters, all of whom are actually successful, well adjusted people and thus bear no resemblance to me whatsoever.
3. I am not, nor have I ever been, a neat freak.
4. I have a habit of irreparably breaking cars.
5. I have black belts in two styles of martial arts.
6. I have an inordinate fondness for beer, cigarettes and brunettes ....
7. I rarely drink anymore, and I'm trying to quit smoking ... so ....
8. I really, really hate these quizzy things.

Victims I've choosen to tag











Sorry if some of you guys have already been tagged....just ignore me if you have.

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Breaking news all over South Carolina today ... and the US as a whole, I suppose, is that Governor Mark Sanford, who had gone on an unscheduled, unannounced, and totally secret mystery walkabout along the Appalachian Trail (thus disappearing without a trace for 5 days without notifying his wife, kids or staff), had instead actually gone to Argentina to bump uglies with his secret girlfriend.

On Father's Day weekend.

Congratulations, Mr. Serious Candidate for the 2012 Presidential Nomination, you have successfully tanked your political future, marriage, family relations and credibility in one fell swoop. Dude, I hope the sex was mind-blowing, because it sure cost you a lot.

It isn't even the affair that annoys me (though that ranks right up there in the shitty-ways-to-end-your-marriage department), it's the fact that he disappeared for 5 days without telling anyone where the hell he was going. It's not like Sanford is the night manager at Denny's, for fuck sake ... he is a Governor. Granted, it's not like we seriously needed to worry about contingiency plans in case Georgia invaded tomorrow, but we do live in the freakin' Hurricane Belt. And as bad as it might have been if something might have happened that needed his attention while he was soul-searching in the mountains ... he was instead OUT OF THE FUCKING COUNTRY! Asshole.