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A frivolous political post
Jun. 24th, 2009 11:51 amMinutes ago, I heard a teaser about coming revelations about South Carolina governor Mark Sanford. I hoped that it would be something more interesting than what it turned out to be, inevitably, seconds later. When he was missing a few days ago and the cover story turned out to be that he was hiking on the Appalachian Trail, that was entertaining. Then when he turned out to be in Argentina, that was exotic, and I could imagine that he was on a secret mission (governor of South Carolina and secret agent!), although I thought it was more likely that he would turn out to suffer from the standard politician's problem. Political power is clearly a major aphrodisiac.
What would have been a more interesting explanation for the five missing days?
Mark Sanford, hiking on the Appalachian Trail, ran into a pack of wolves. While fighting them off bare-handed, he was abducted by aliens and taken to their spaceship orbiting the earth, where he underwent extensive abdominal surgery and sperm harvesting before losing consciousness. When he came to, he found himself in Argentina, on the alta plana. He wandered aimlessly for hours, a day, a night, and a day, getting colder and colder, until he encountered a flock of mysteriously friendly alpacas. The alpacas would not permit him to ride on them; they hummed ominously whenever he tried to get on their backs. They did allow him to accompany them as they walked and to sleep snuggled up to their warm, wooly backs, so that he did not freeze to death. Finally, he reached Cordoba, where he found an ATM that accepted his bankcard, allowing him to buy a bus ticket to Buenos Aires, where no one believed his story.
What would have been a more interesting explanation for the five missing days?
Mark Sanford, hiking on the Appalachian Trail, ran into a pack of wolves. While fighting them off bare-handed, he was abducted by aliens and taken to their spaceship orbiting the earth, where he underwent extensive abdominal surgery and sperm harvesting before losing consciousness. When he came to, he found himself in Argentina, on the alta plana. He wandered aimlessly for hours, a day, a night, and a day, getting colder and colder, until he encountered a flock of mysteriously friendly alpacas. The alpacas would not permit him to ride on them; they hummed ominously whenever he tried to get on their backs. They did allow him to accompany them as they walked and to sleep snuggled up to their warm, wooly backs, so that he did not freeze to death. Finally, he reached Cordoba, where he found an ATM that accepted his bankcard, allowing him to buy a bus ticket to Buenos Aires, where no one believed his story.
