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LW,
reread your own words. In your world, what part of “self-interest” does not equal “personal life.” </p>
<p>The flesh-pressin’ Gov wanted to bag a young buck hottie from Israel named Golan Cipel. The Gov-aroused, wined and dined him with the offer of a career move from hack poet to head of Homeland Security in NJ (a state on the front lines of the terrorist threat, but that isn’t, I suppose, the aroused-Gov’s problem). </p>
<p>The hot-to-trot Gov, according to Cipel, got him all liquored-up to hook-up, between his sexual triumphs along the rest-stops on the New Jersey Turnpike–after having impregnated his young wife under the false pretense that he was romantically in love with her to death do us part yada yada. He left the office of the governor of New Jersey holding no more than his flaccid Johnson–with his much abused and fawning-with-child wife at his side–while telling those who elected him that his only sin was being gay (not a sin, but it’s his story, his “truth”). In so doing, dirtying the act of coming-out and, for the rest of us, telling the truth. </p>
<p>Maybe I’m naïve, never having had a sexual fling at a rest stop or been elected Governor, but it sounds somewhat “personal” to me.</p>
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why strain your finances in an effort to be witty if this is the best you can afford; oh yeah, as I said, I didn’t write the damn chichi article with the multisyllabic words you deem to be beyond your intellectual spending limit. Jonathan Goldberg did. He gets paid to do it. Presumably, he can afford to pay cash for his words</p>
<p>–don’t be such a skinflint, ya cheapskate. </p>
<p>Sorry to be abrupt …I’m posting between parties and I’m in a rush…cheers.</p>
<p>Mini’s mantra: “what about christ?”</p>