Herman Cain says he did not have an affair with that woman and it was exactly two years ago when golfer Tiger Woods got caught being a total sleazeball. It broke my Aunt Helaine’s heart because she loves Tiger. Cain she does not care about.
At that time, I decided to come clean about any transgressions in my past. I re-read the blog and there is nothing to add. I have been “clean” for the past two years. Below is the blog from December 2009 where I reveal all.
At that time, I decided to come clean about any transgressions in my past. I re-read the blog and there is nothing to add. I have been “clean” for the past two years. Below is the blog from December 2009 where I reveal all.
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| Kathy and Lawrence Welk in Palm Springs |
One of my favorite episodes of the television show 30 Rock involved some incidents where political consultant James Carville kept mysteriously popping up out of nowhere, to advise people how to deal with their problems, “Cajun Style.” This method involved getting in “front of a story” and spinning it your own way.
I have not written about the Tiger Woods car accident except to post a comment on Shia Kapos blog in Crain’s in response to a story where sports agent Steve Zucker said Tiger should, “come forward, set the record straight about himself and not take questions.” I wrote, “Tiger Woods has no obligation to share his personal life with the world. I applaud him for being private. He owes no one an explanation [for] his actions except [to] his wife and family.”
As I write this, 9:27 a.m. (CST), a CNN breaking news alert just came in with a report, “Golfer Tiger Woods said today that he regrets ‘transgressions’ that ‘let his family down.’” I am mad about the CNN alert for two reasons. First, CNN should be breaking news of global importance and impact, not about a golfer cheating on his wife. Second, because Tiger should not have had to share that information with anyone except his family.
I am not a famous person, but one can never tell what might happen in the future. When E! Television broadcasts my “True Hollywood Story,” I want to be in front of the narrative, “Cajun Style.” If I air my own dirty laundry on my own terms, then I won’t have to see headlines in the National Enquirer or Star Magazines.
Let us start with when I was about 8 years old and I threw something at my sister at the bus stop and it cut her face. I don’t remember the details—the other students standing there that day 40 years ago might remember—but the incident was quite ugly and I regret it. I am apologetic for that occurrence. I swear that it will never happen again!
When I was 18 years old, I had the choice of staying at college and taking my midterm exams, or going to Palm Springs to play golf with Frank Sinatra and Lawrence Welk. As the picture on this posting shows, I went to the desert! I lied not only to my Mother about the trip, but to the nuns at Manhattanville College of the Sacred Heart where I was a sophomore. I am repentant about my misbehavior. I swear that it will never happen again!
Through the years, I have had a number of affairs with married men. I cannot even remember their names because it was so long ago. But since they probably remember me (Wouldn’t YOU?), once I become famous, I’d better fess up to those indiscretions as well. I am remorseful about those episodes. I swear that it will never happen again!
Since I never cheated on a school exam (members of Mensa don’t have to do that), stole candy, shoplifted anything, misappropriated money or coveted my neighbor’s goods, I feel confident I have revealed here anything that might embarrass me in the future.
Unless you count the fact that I know where Jimmy Hoffa is buried.
I have not written about the Tiger Woods car accident except to post a comment on Shia Kapos blog in Crain’s in response to a story where sports agent Steve Zucker said Tiger should, “come forward, set the record straight about himself and not take questions.” I wrote, “Tiger Woods has no obligation to share his personal life with the world. I applaud him for being private. He owes no one an explanation [for] his actions except [to] his wife and family.”
As I write this, 9:27 a.m. (CST), a CNN breaking news alert just came in with a report, “Golfer Tiger Woods said today that he regrets ‘transgressions’ that ‘let his family down.’” I am mad about the CNN alert for two reasons. First, CNN should be breaking news of global importance and impact, not about a golfer cheating on his wife. Second, because Tiger should not have had to share that information with anyone except his family.
I am not a famous person, but one can never tell what might happen in the future. When E! Television broadcasts my “True Hollywood Story,” I want to be in front of the narrative, “Cajun Style.” If I air my own dirty laundry on my own terms, then I won’t have to see headlines in the National Enquirer or Star Magazines.
Let us start with when I was about 8 years old and I threw something at my sister at the bus stop and it cut her face. I don’t remember the details—the other students standing there that day 40 years ago might remember—but the incident was quite ugly and I regret it. I am apologetic for that occurrence. I swear that it will never happen again!
When I was 18 years old, I had the choice of staying at college and taking my midterm exams, or going to Palm Springs to play golf with Frank Sinatra and Lawrence Welk. As the picture on this posting shows, I went to the desert! I lied not only to my Mother about the trip, but to the nuns at Manhattanville College of the Sacred Heart where I was a sophomore. I am repentant about my misbehavior. I swear that it will never happen again!
Through the years, I have had a number of affairs with married men. I cannot even remember their names because it was so long ago. But since they probably remember me (Wouldn’t YOU?), once I become famous, I’d better fess up to those indiscretions as well. I am remorseful about those episodes. I swear that it will never happen again!
Since I never cheated on a school exam (members of Mensa don’t have to do that), stole candy, shoplifted anything, misappropriated money or coveted my neighbor’s goods, I feel confident I have revealed here anything that might embarrass me in the future.
Unless you count the fact that I know where Jimmy Hoffa is buried.
EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!
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