DURST: I Don't Care
So, here's the deal; I don't care. Yes, I know Ken Starr's $40 million Government Penthouse Letters Report is tawdry and distasteful and makes you want to scrub your television screen with steel wool, but the truth of the matter is... I don't care. I don't care if the President of the United States videotapes himself dressed up like Shirley Temple lip-syncing "Good Ship Lollipop." I don't care if he sneaks out at night clad in nothing but a thin layer of petroleum jelly and stiletto heels and aerates the South Lawn. I don't care if plays choo choo train with a pair of Turkish prison guards, acting as both engine and caboose.Go ahead, ask me if I care. Funny you should ask. NO! The guy lied about cheating on his wife. Okay, he's an oaf. A toad. Your hand under the rock, the maggoty remains of a marsupial. But is Congress sure it wants to set the precedent of eliminating everybody from government who's an oaf? I would think self preservation would intercede. Sources say he's kicking himself for being so stubborn and stupid. And being the equal partner she is, I bet Hillary is helping. And steel toed hobnailed boots are not out of the question. And you know what, I still don't care. Who knows, maybe that's how they like it.That's how Will Durst likes it.