Globe May Be Warming, But Sanford Household Very Chilly

By Baxter

Gracious. We cats have been offline for a few days, and so much has happened.

Yes, we know the House of Representatives may have just saved the planet with the passage of the climate change bill (and Juan Williams can go jump in the lake for telling NPR that unnamed "people" came out of rehab to vote on it). But we prefer to focus on the latest Republican embarrassment, the Sanfords.

Specifically, this: We think Jenny Sanford sounds like a pain in the ass.

We realize that Mrs. Sanford has created a bit of a buzz, not just for toeing a tough line on her hapless husband's infidelities, but for mounting an aggressive PR campaign rather than slinking into the shadows like other political wives. And we are in no way taking Governor Sanford's side, or anyone's "side," for that matter. These folks are self-righteous Republicans, so we're indulging ourselves in another satisfying round of Schadenfreude here.

But we're particularly struck by Mrs. Sanford's report that she forbade her husband to visit his "sweetest" in Argentina.

Excuse us? No wonder he promptly disobeyed.

The last we checked, Governor Sanford is a grown man. Grown people are supposed to be able to determine their own destiny. So we cats are not into spouses "forbidding" one another to do anything. Who made Jenny the boss of Mark? And for that matter, why does Mark apparently seem to need a boss?

Bugs Bunny would call Governor Sanford a "maroon." We cats just think he's a pussy.