Imagine Sanford’s induction:
David Vitter, current Cockamamie Club president, calls on the Newt Gingrich, the recently appointed club sergeant-at-arms, and says, “Gentlemen, we are part of a growing club of important men with rampant cockamamie’s that do our thinking for us. It’s good to know that we are not the few, but possibly the many. That’s why the good Lord made so many pretty women who work with us, have cocktails with us, and just know how to make us feel good.”
Gingrich rises to the occasion with an impressive cockamamie salute and crows, “It’s our way, boys. Sometimes we get tagged and sometimes we don’t. You, Governor Sanford, qualify for a golden cockamamie membership. I mean, Sir, taking off to Argentina…that almost was better than my cause for induction.”
Sanford, tearful, in full penile remorse, blames “that damned liberal media and that dirty-minded blogging crap.” Bill Clinton applauds, “It is!”
Boys will be boys, no matter how much it may crush their wife, their family, and their careers. Henceforth, ease of entrance to the Cockamamie Club.
Author’s note: Thanks to guest blogger Jim Terr of Santa Fe for the You Tube parody, “Dont Cry for Sanford, Maria.”