I have to say, I must congratulate the American media: A known liar and fabricator baited a hook for them, and like a school of retarded herrings they all jumped for it.
But can we blame them? After all, they spend their days listening to the most boring and predictable things in the world--politicians. Politicians incessantly reiterating the same dull pointless points over and over, the same meaningless 'move forward' 'go upwards' inspirational huffing and puffing, the endless evasions, feints, bluffs, and ploys in the poker that is the reality of American politics.
So when the possibility that a man drank a few beers, stuffed a sausage into his underwear and snapped a photo of it hit the proverbial fan, of course they will all leap like at that sausage like trained seals who bark on command. "Could the photo actually be that of a congressman with a slippery crowd-pleaser tucked into his nether realms?", they cry with anticipation? For this is what every journalist craves: A mystery. A mystery wrapped in a kielbasa wrapped in a male undergarment.
|"I know the size of|
my cock--why doesn't
|"I've picked my man-|
meat out of a police
line-up on a number
|The man who never doubts|
himself is a man you
And there's no reason anyone else should talk to them either.