The American pantomime took a brilliant twist again yesterday when the second wife of Newt Gingrich revealed that he delivered her an ultimatum of either accept his affair with some other bird (now his third wife) or get out.
There are a few howlers in this amazing story.
First – could the world’s most powerful nation possibly even consider, for just one minute, having a leader called Newt? Newt? Really? In fact could any self respecting man call himself Newt, no matter what his dastardly parents might have stitched him up with?
Second – aren’t all these Republicans supposed to be good upstanding Christians? All that “So help me God” stuff? Standing on the stage with their families looking chiseled from wax?
And then, here’s another beauty. After his ultimatum to Mrs G number two, he goes and delivers a lecture to some women’s group on American family values.
Does irony truly fail to occur to these guys.
Shit Obama. You might not be the saviour I’d hoped for, but if you can’t wipe the floor with these assholes it’ll be a bad job indeed.