
- Abandon any career you currently are in for an ambitious life of politics. Republican or Democrat: it doesn't really matter.
- Make sure your wife is as equally ambitious as you. If she isn't, then build her an enormous dream house and fill it with every material thing she desires. (Sidenote: If wife is healthy, proceed directly to next step. If wife develops some terminal disease like cancer, also proceed directly to next step -- Hey, it's not like you gave it to her.)
- Acquire a staff of loyal, dedicated bloodsuckers who will affix their lips permanently to your butt cheeks as you zealously climb the ladder of success.
- Get yourself a $300 haircut and a closet full of Armani suits.
- Seduce a ditzy blonde with a fake name, an aspiring film career headed straight to Failtown, and an inflated interest in your fabricated ideals, who also swears she's on the pill.
- Book a room in the Beverly Hilton and ignore those shady looking people in that car over there looking at you with binoculars who just might be from the Enquirer.
- Bed said ditz in hotel room.
- For a little extra zing, bed said ditz inside dream house in dream bed but make sure wife is away.Preferably a cancer treatment weekend, if she's sick. She'll never suspect that.
- Discuss future plans of romantic bliss with said ditz to the soundtrack of some after-sex Dave Matthews Band music as dedicated bloodsuckers sit on the sidelines taking notes.
- In the event your flakey paramour has lied to you about the birth control and gets knocked up, DO NOT panic. Instead, acquire elderly billionairess who thinks you're the next Jesus Christ to illegally front the cost of concealing bastard fetus from the public eye. But ask her to get an abortion first; it's cheaper.
- Assign ambitious bloodsuckers to fly your paramour's emotional, angry, resentful, impregnanted ass all over the country on a private jet. Make sure the hotel rooms you put her in have excellent feung-shui and a penthouse view or she'll make a scene.
- Continue having sex. Make sure to tape it just for fun so you can revisit over and over again what your neatly coiffed man-tan face looks like in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy with a fat, pregnant lady on top of you. Leave tape with ditz for safekeeping.
- In the event your indiscretions are made public in the middle of your campaign DO NOT PANIC. Just get one of those bloodsucker staffers to pry his lips off your ass long enough for him to lie for you to the media and say it's his kid. Promise him fortune and fame and a cabinet position after all this craziness is over, and you've won your campaign, and your wife is dead, and things settle down a bit. Hey, it's not like he's going to turn around a write a book about it or anything...
Authors Note: I want to thank Cate Longshore whose own very controversial entry gave me the idea for this.


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Funny, Kasey!
:)
Amanda: I have made your point repeatedly to my mother as we have followed this story and she gets really pissed when I do. Give a ditz credit where credit is due.
Ann: Way to represent.
Surly: Hopefully your husband has as a better pair of legs. I think it's safe to say though that you might just put a knife to his throat and THEN write a book about it.
Maw, Maw, where's my Paw?" "Gone to the White House, haw haw haw." Doesn't change.
Cheerfully amoral unmarried womanizers like Charlie Wilson are a refreshing throughback to an era which has gone ... these days you can't get elected to anything without a functional running mate. (IMHO, that and Swiftboating were what knocked Kerry out.)
I once started a short-story about a guy who wanted to run for governor but didn't have a wife and started looking on the internet .... lot's of possibilities but it spiraled out of control fast.
Maw, Maw, where's my Paw?" "Gone to the White House, haw haw haw." Doesn't change.
Cheerfully amoral unmarried womanizers like Charlie Wilson are a refreshing throughback to an era which has gone ... these days you can't get elected to anything without a functional running mate. (IMHO, that and Swiftboating were what knocked Kerry out.)
I once started a short-story about a guy who wanted to run for governor but didn't have a wife and started looking on the internet .... lot's of possibilities but it spiraled out of control fast.
(Thought it was a 400 hundred dollar haircut...maybe it just looked like a 300)
What is it about people who get the least bit famous and think that all the rules no longer apply? It's not just politicians. Mel Gibson, anyone?
I mean: How NOT to untie the KNOT by not...oh never mind.
rated for Ripped From The Headlines timeliness
I need to practice my snark so I can write my own version: 1. Adopt a quasi-religious regard for monogamy while not having a monogamous bone in your body. 2. Really make a point of what a storybook marriage you have so that when you have an affair, it really shocks and titillates. 3. Slink off instead of saying "it's none of your damn business!" :sigh: I guess mine is not as funny. What's funny is that I, the avowed non-monogamous person, really bleed for these blasted marriages, and the monogamous folks just find it all a great big giggle.
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Rated.
Thanks, Kasey.
It's all true, too. Horribly true.
Greg: Can't be How to NOT Cheat because, well, he cheated. But I appreciate you over-thinking it on my behalf. One less thing for me to do.
Femme Forte: Finally I got an A+ on something this week. That more than makes up for the %50 I got on my college algebra exam I got last week. Whoever decided to mix letters and numbers I hope is burning in hell.
Sirenita: Practicing snark is like practicing the trumpet: or something. I was going to say something witty there but then I realize I've never played the trumpet. Forget it. You just keep working on it, but remember, its lonely at the top of Snark Mountain, right Surly?
Gramps: I think people tie morality to politics because they lack a firm grasp of the true meaning of either.
The next move: humble public admission of sexual addiction, then rehab, then a NYTimes bestseller tell all, then running for some office by 2010 or 2012.
As for me "standing on her back" I have to disagree vehemently (which I'm sure you're finding quite predictable at this moment but oh well). What I did was parody her. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, or have you never heard that?
Lighten up.
It's not that they cheat, it's that they lie about it. America loves crazy sex lives. Any politician that just went with it would probably have their own reality TV show and be President within a few years.
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When i see it, i think about Isabel Marant's last fashion show...