It seems as though the White House’s elite corps of
stenographers is annoyed. The reason for
this annoyance is, as you may have guessed already, the former junior senator
from Illinois’ tour of the Florida links with Tiger Woods. Maybe it’s just me, (it probably is) but I
find the contrast between the two men fascinating. Tiger Woods took his relationship with his
wife for granted, believing that since he was the world’s greatest golfer, he
could as he pleased and like George M. Cohan’s Harrigan, divvil a man would say
a word agin him. This belief, of course,
did not factor in the possibility that Mrs. Woods might have a mind of her own
and have something to say about Mr. Woods’ chronic priapism. She promptly took
Mr. Woods for half of the considerable everything he owned plus the kids, and I imagine that the now chastened
and considerably poorer Mr. Woods will think twice before he steps out with one
of his beach blanket bimbos again.
By contrast, the former junior senator from Illinois treats
the steno pool like his personal bitch and does so in the full knowledge that,
unlike Mrs. Woods, they may complain but they will never leave him. Leaving him would call the pool’s collective
intelligence and there’s no way they will allow that to happen; it would give
the flyover people ideas above their station.
So the pool is in a dilemma familiar to any highly educated woman
trapped in a bad marriage: they have to make the best of a bad job or let
everyone know what a pitiful co-dependent she is, and who would take her
seriously after that? So the pool goes
on, its head held high while the Illinois Incitatus ignores them completely,
and he content in the knowledge that no matter how badly he treats them, they
will stick with him no matter what.
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