Former 2012 presidential hopeful Mark Sanford revealed today that his cheatin' heart, along with the rest of his body, had been having an affair with a woman from Argentina. This follows a rather strange week during which it was reported that nobody actually knew where the governor was, a disappearing act that would make David Copperfield jealous. (Apparently a few people actually did know and just lied about it until Sanford held his press conference.)
Now, I'm not gonna bash Sanford - as far as I know, he wasn't the type to ride around on his moral high horse, and I hope he and his family make it through this as best they can. I will, however, bash the emails he exchanged with his mistress, because they couldn't be cheesier if he wrote them in a Kraft factory. A newspaper in South Carolina published them, and also claims that it obtained them in December, which is... um... quite the scoop to sit on for six months. An excerpt:
Three and finally, while all the things above are all too true - at the same time we are in a hopelessly - or as you put it impossible - or how about combine and simply say hopelessly impossible situation of love. How in the world this lightening strike snuck up on us I am still not quite sure.
I don't know what concerns me more - his incredible sappiness skill, or the fact that a governor can't spell "lightning." Of course, this is South Carolina we're talking about, and we all know about the education system they have down there:
