Friday, February 10, 2012

It's none of your damn business

I hear a lot of noise about Baby Mama Drama that has nothing to do with anything important. Am I out of line for saying that I really don't care if Newt Gingrich had an open marriage or if Clinton had an intern under his desk? We aren't electing robots, and people don't usually get named a saint until after they've died. (WHO DAT?!) 

People do stupid things, but the reality of it is, it isn't any of my business. Your moral compass doesn't matter to me unless we're friends, and I don't make fast friend of people who run attack ads and kiss stranger's babies. If I politician ever tried to kiss my baby, I would karate chop him or her in the neck. I don't know where that mouth has been. And since he or she isn't kissing my baby, I don't care! 

Stay out of everyone else's bedroom. Social policy does not include martinis and TMZ. 


And remember, it's hip to be square, kids.

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