Hot Mess Madness

Did you ever, in you excitement to eat your favorite foods, bite into a steaming hot morsel and burn the roof of your mouth or your tounge?? That's a hot mess.

And there's no denying that the following celebs are hotter and messier than a burnt pie hole.

This photo, courtesy of TMZ.com, is what gave me the inspiriation for today's post.
Who is this??? You are gonna DIE when I reveal it at the end of the post.(so don't click it like it says. I'm not that technologically advanced) Makes me believe the world's gone crazy...

These two most definitely constitute a hot, steaming mess if I ever saw one. Word is that since Charlie Sheen has now checked into rehab, on the heels of his wife's decision to check into rehab, that Brooke Mueller has left the rehab facility to go home, but brought her "sober coaches, therapists and others" so that she can be with her family.

I gotta wonder how that's workin for her? Hot mess indeed. I wish them the best, really I do.

All I can say about Helena Bonham Carter, shown here at the premier of her new movie, "Alice In Wonderland" in London last night, is that she never deviates from her hot mess status. EVER.

Here she is just a bit more glam/hot mess chic.

Oooh, Courtney, where is the Love?? Remember after Kurt died and Courtney became all glam. She scored a few movie roles and was looking and feeling good. Poor thing.

This is Courtney today. Let's just say that crack is whack.

And speaking of Crack is Whack:

Sorry, this photo totally killed me...

Word from TMZ.com is that Whitney, while on tour in Australia this week, has been plauged by vocal problems, unable to hit high notes and exhibiting weird on-stage behavoir. Tmz.com reports:

"Whitney's weirdness reaches its peak right before she's supposed to hit the high note -- when she suddenly turns around, walks over to a table behind her, and then spends an excessive amount of time gearing up for the big finish."

Fans have been quoted leaving the concert saying, "the voice is gone" and "disappointing at best" and "it wasn't worth $165.00" .....Ouch.

So, are you still wondering who that grungee, bearded, Brad Pitt look-alike is in the first photo?

The wait is over:

It's none other than the King of Latin Lovers......Antonio Banderas.

SHUT UP!

The world has gone crazy! I blame Brad for making it pseudo-chic, but Antonio? That's just some crazy shit right there. No, no, and double no. I believe that Antonio was put on this earth to make grown women swoon, but not like this.

I guess he's just trying to keep it real with his wife. Because there really is no other explaination.

She's hot mess history!!!

The Happy Voyeur

Let's talk a little bit about the voyeur in all of us, shall we? The word voyeur is defined by Merriam Webster.com as, "one who habitually seeks sexual stimulation by visual means". But I'm not referring to that kind of voyeur today. Sorry pervs.

Today I am referring to the kind of voyeur defined as, "a prying observer who is usually seeking the sordid or the scandalous". I feel quite confident saying that everybody, at one time or another, seeks the "sorid or the scandalous". It's human nature. Like it or not we are all members of a "train wreck mentality" society, so curious we find ourselves unable to look away. Sometimes to our detriment.

And you know you've done it.....

And you know someone who's told you about a situation they saw or overheard....

That's what makes this so funny.



Tom Mabe: Eavesdropping

Happy Thursday, Voyeur Nation.

I Wanna ROCK!!

" HEFF'S BAR AND GRILL
Bad taste, Good Times. - A Golden Playground For The Easily Amused. - Grab Yourself a Beer. " Heff, Feb 2010

Lock up your sanity, hide your women folk and get ready to rock, cuz Heff is BACK!!!!!

My friend Heff, of the infamous Heff's Bar and Grill, who's been blogging longer than Dirk Diggler's most famous appendage, is back on the bloggersphere!!! WHOO HOO!!

Certainly deserved of a break from blogging, after Heff signed off I was caught unaware of how the absence of Heff's Bar and Grill would affect me. I missed his hilarity, his fabulous recipies (no shit), his beer recommendations, his music, his smokin hot Donna, (who is a stone cold fox) and his Heffy shenanigans.

Loyal, sweet, caring and crass, Heff is, without a doubt, one of my favorite bloggers ever since the day he commented on a post about my "Aunt Flo". We've been like peas and carrots ever since.(not really, but you get the point.)

You gotta check him out, and tell him you got MAD LOVE for him from me. You won't be sorry.

I'm pumped!

Welcome back dude!

She's Got The Golden Ticket

Mom's get bragging rights, don't we?

Ok, so this was kinda cool. That's my baby girl Frick right there.


While we were visiting Disney, we went to the Disney Hollywood Studios theme park where they have what they call, "The American Idol Experience". I guess you could call it a ride, but not really, because it's more of an experience as the name suggests. Anyway, I asked Frick if she wanted to check it out, to which she immediately responded, "yes!". So we head off to the Idol Experience where we find out that not only is it a series of shows that you can go and view on the hour, but you can audition for it as well.


This was all Frick needed to hear. She was in, for sure. So we all go back to the audition area, get the whole audition instructions and a song sheet to choose from and go into the first audition, which is a room with a producer. Since Frick is not yet 16, but fast approaching, she needed to be accompanied by her guardian/stage mom into the room. He asks Frick to sing acapella, which she does. She chose "The Climb" by Miley Cyrus, which like most 15 year olds, is THE song. The producer tells her, he likes her vioce, but would like to hear a better song choice, something a little more challenging. Frick then chooses "Life is a Highway", which is her solo on that Girl Authority album I told you kids about a while back, which she can sing in her sleep, and she hits it out of the park. She makes it through the first audition.


Next audition, a different room and a different producer. Producer #1 tells Frick to stay with "Highway" and she goes in for the second audition. Again, home run, and I am struck by how unaffected my child is by the pressure of singing acapella in front of a total stranger. They tell her she is in the 3 o'clock show and Frick is totally pumped! They give her a time to come back, for get this: hair and make-up and a vocal coach before the show. It was so very cool, and I watched as my baby girl went through each step like a little fish at home in the water.


Next up showtime! There are three contestants per show, seven shows a day. Frick was in the 3 pm show. The stage, designed by American Idol crews was a mini version of Season Seven's stage with the lights, judges, the whole thing.




Baby Girl didn't disappoint and it was surreal watching her come to life before mine and the thousand person voting audience's eyes.






The girl had the crowd clapping and rocking. I couldn't have been more proud. All three contestants were great, and when it came time to announce the winner, Frick looked a little like this:
Cuz she WON!! Yup, she was then told she had to return that evening for the Grand Finale and compete against the other seven winners of the day for the Grand Prize, the American Idol Golden Ticket. The Golden Ticket is a ticket to audition in any city that American Idol is auditioning and they automatically get to cut the line and audition for real. Frick told me that no matter what happened, she had already won because it was one of the greatest things she had ever done in her life.

We returned for the Finale show that night, this time with six contestants (one of the winners had to catch a flight home) and stiffer competition. Frick was in the 4 spot and again, she nailed it. She looked like she was loving every minute of it! Here she is doing that Idol thing that they all do, holding up her number to vote. Hilarious, right??

All six singers were great! It came down to Frick and a wonderful singer/mom named Catherine Porter. We were literally on the the edge of our seats.

Catherine was crowned winner, with a wonderful, soulful and sultry, rendition of "Natural Woman" and was Frick first runner up, and we were on our feet, cheering a great performance by all. But then the most amazng thing happened. The producers came out to get me while I was waiting for Frick to come out after the show. They told me that Catherine wanted to give Frick the Golden Ticket. I asked how that could be possible? They told me that the Golden Ticket has a "one time transfer" and that Catherine wanted to transfer it to Frick.

We couldn't believe it. It was a wonderful turn of events after a wonderful day. We later learned that Catherine is an accomplished vocalist with an enormous talent and even a bigger heart. We spent some time with her and her husband and their adorable 4 year-old daughter and are so happy to have met them. I suggest you check her out at catherineporter.com.

I asked Catherine to join us this summer when Frick auditions for Idol, whenever or wherever that may be. I also told Frick to keep her perspective, not to get her hopes up and no matter what happens, the audition itself will be an amazing experience and opportunity.

Oh boy.....I'm in for a wild ride.

Behind The Eight Ball

Going away for an extended period is always a great thing. It's when you return from an extended vacation that usually leaves one with that behind the eight ball feeling . Kind of like when the astronauts re-enter the earth's atmosphere after space flight, there are a few days of re-adjustment.

Of course, while this cat was away, the little mice certainly did play and Mr. Murphy's Law decided to throw his two cents in too, but nothing I can't ultimately handle. Thank God.

As we tackle the enormous pile of mail that has stacked up while away, and try to fix all the snafu's that occurred, we do so with a renewed energy and a desire to return to the normal pace of everyday life. Vacation was wonderful, but real life waits for no one.

A quick re-cap:

• Florida was COLD. Plain and simple. Good thing that I brought two pairs of jeans and a scarf, because I ended up wearing them the whole time. I never EVER once, wore shorts.
• Disney, while still the most magical place on earth, somehow seems to have lost it's edge. It's not as clean or amazing as it always has been to me. I also feel like it hasn't changed one little bit since I was there two years ago. The parks were crowded, but the staff seemed overwhelmed and not able to handle the crowds. A sure sign that even The Mouse has fallen victim of bad economic times.
• Something exciting happened while at Disney, which I will share with you tomorrow.
• I thought about Cora's daughter Gwen a lot. Not that I'm creepy, but Disney owns "The Nightmare Before Christmas", and there was paraphernalia from the movie all over the place. Hat's, vests, dolls, pencils, books, etc, and people had their faces painted to look like Jack. Every time I saw someone, I couldn't help think that Gwen would be in hog heaven! Note to Cora and Scope: you need to take her there, if you already haven't.
• Of course, while I was gone, my computer at The Candy Bar pulled a hissy. It was one of those problems that only I can fix and had to be shut down for TWO DAYS. I am STILL working on it as we speak. Technological reinforcements come today.
• My Guy, (bless his little soul) had the carpets cleaned while we were gone as a surprise to me, but Mr. Murphy's Law jumped in and said, "not so fast". Let's just say that new carpets are in my very near future.
• The dogs hardly cared that we were home. It was almost like they hardly noticed we were gone.

All in all, it was a great trip, but being home puts the term "home sweet home" into a new perspective for me.

Do I get a "do over"?

I'm Going To Disney World!

"CANDY'S DAILY DANDY, YOU JUST WON THE SUPER BOWL WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NEXT?"

"I'm going to Disney World!!!"

That's right people. I'm going to the happiest place on earth. And I'm leaving today. On time. Because the super big, huge, snowstorm that was supposed to dump a heavy, foot of snow on our fair city and completely cripple our roadways, canceled our schools and had people wrestling in the supermarket aisles over loaves of Pepperidge Farm bread fizzled out. Seriously, we got about an inch and if I were a local meteorologist, I'd be hiding my head in shame right about now.

But I'm happy. Because I'm going to Florida today. On time.

So The Daily Dandy will be on hiatus from today, Thursday, February 11, 2010 until Sunday February 21, 2010. I will return to the bloggersphere on Monday, February 22, 2010.

It's a long one, I know. Of course, this trip was planned when I was unemployed, and now that I am a mini entrepreneur, I am a little worried about leaving my store for 10 days. But you know what? I need a vacation, and my employees can handle anything. I have trained them well.

I hope.

Have a wonderful week bloggers and take care of each other and the world. I'll see you on the 22nd and I'll give Mickey and the gang a big kiss for you!

Peace!

Long Live Rock

Right now I'm thinking that this guy could be 1000, and I'd still rock out at a Bon Jovi concert. That's probably because I'd be 1000 too, but that's not the point.

The point is that beside the fact that Jon Bon Jovi is a smokin' hot, stone cold fox (and I know I say that about a lot of my faves, but Bon Jovi ranks right up there next to My Tommy Brady) the dude STILL rocks. Hard. And tours, and makes new music, and deserves his place in Rock and Roll history. Dead or Alive. (a little Bon Jovi humor there)

The fact that Bon Jovi will turn 48 on March 2 means nothing to the rock gods in heaven. He's still sexy as HELL, rocks hard, fills stadiums, churns out hits regularly and his music still sounds hot. Heck, Bon Jovi even crossed over into another genre (country) and had a huge hit a few years ago. That's what I call staying power. The boys are still relevant.

So what's all the hub bub about aging rockers?

Look at The Rolling Stones. Mick and Keith and the boys just finished touring and wrapping up a Martin Scorsese documentary about the band and Mick is 66 and Keith is 65. Neither of them look bad for being dead, but you can't deny, the dude's still have it. Let's face it the Stones still rock, and the abundance of hot young ass thrown at their feet, to this day prove it. They don't even need to make any new music, their catalog of hits from decades ago stands alone and still has relevance. Because it's the music of many generations. It's the music we measured key moments in our lives by and it plays in the soundtrack of our memories. The Rolling Stones may just be untouchable.

So why was The Who's performance at the Super Bowl halftime show so greatly criticized?

Steven, (the dude looks like a lady), Tyler of Aerosmith is 62 and possesses arguably one of the greatest singing voices of all time. Lately, Tyler has seen better days. Rumored to be battling drugs and alcohol after a twenty five year period of sobriety, Tyler reportedly quit Aerosmith in November.

"On November 10, 2009, Joe Perry confirmed that Steven Tyler had quit Aerosmith to pursue a solo career and was unsure whether the move was indefinite"

Yet right up until that time, Tyler and Aerosmith were churning out hits and selling out stadiums all over the world. Dare I say, Aerosmith may be more relevant now than ever in their forty year spanned career.

So what was it about The Who's performance at Sunday's Super Bowl that sparked this "when should old rockers say when" debate? Was it 65 year old Roger Daltry's short hair and bespectacled appearance? Was 64 year old Pete Townsend's sound not inspiring? Were they just not good?

I don't see how it's possible. Beside the fact that they "sold out" some of their music catalog to CBS for their Crown jewel CSI series, their music still stands alone. This Hall Of Fame band still has the chops and the music and is considered one of the most influential rock bands of all time. And if you were wondering, The Who has plans to release an new album in 2010 and a World Tour.

Say what you will about Green Day and rest, I give them props too. But I like my rock and roll served up with a heaping side helping of Rock and Roll Royalty.

A Little Dash Of This And That

I know sometimes I'm likely to throw up a funny for a cheap laugh.......and that's exactly what I'm doing today!

I jacked this baby off the Boston Herald's web site this morning because it gave me a chuckle. You would have had to have watched Sunday's Super Bowl to "get" it, so if you don't know what I'm talking about, please see here for more hilarity.

I seem to be on a "greatest show on turf" theme this week, so in keeping with that theme, let's have a debate on tomorrow's Daily Dandy. I've had more than a few discussions and seen some media about legendary rock band The Who's halftime performance which has sparked a controversy about aging rockers and when to say when.

Bring your A game tomorrow and we'll have a throw down over who's sexier; Bruce Springsteen or Adam Lambert? Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day or Steven Tyler?

I can't wait....

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!!

Oh, it's always a GREAT day, when Peyton Manning chokes, er um, looses a SUPER BOWL!! Yessirree, I'm gonna enjoy this one.

A great game yesterday, doncha think?
A few observations:

• the commercial ads were disappointing. Save for Betty White and the Doritos ads, I was supremely disappointed in the "Clark and Ellen Griswold" commercial when I found out I had to go to sleepaway.com to revisit the Griswold's antics. (I have yet to do it)

• The Who looked a hundred and two, oh yes they do, but they still sound good. They just made me feel REALLY old. (especially when the kids said, "Oh yeah, that's the CSI song." which I think is tragic.)

• First half: *yawn*, and if you were rooting for the Saint's it was frustrating. The second half was worth the price of admission.

• The onside kick, early in the second half: BRILLIANT. The game changer and most definitely set the course for the Big Easy win!

• Peyton Manning lost. Did I mention that this is a good thing?

• The Saint's more than covered the spread, but not on the over. Vegas reports that an overwhelming majority of people bet on Indy (excluding most Saints fans). Vegas must be happy.

• I'm happy for the city of New Orleans. This is most certainly a bright spot in a city that deserves some happiness.

Congrats to The New Orleans Saints on their first NFL Superbowl Championship!

Black Is The New Blue

Somedays, as bad as things may seem...

I need to remeber that it isn't that bad.

It's A Fricken Racket

Not to bore you with the details of my pending nuptials or anything but I feel a rant coming on.

SO, we set the date, which is a great thing, (late Aug 2010) and found the venue. So far so good. We even found a historic, gorgeous, amazing, non-denominational chapel to have the ceremony in, which is located in the heart of Boston, on the first block of beautiful Newbury Street, a stone's throw from where the reception will be. I, being a divorced, scarlet woman in the eyes of the church, cannot get married in the church, so this is the closest thing I can get to a sacrament for the mere price of $2500.00. It's important to me, so we compromise.

Then we hired a wedding planner. More $$$.

This being my second time at the Rodeo but My Guy's first, coupled with the fact that we are both over 40, we want to have a beautiful party, but nothing over the top. I will wear a simple but stunning gown, and we are looking forward to sharing the day with 100 or so family and friends. Both of us are 1 of 5 children, so believe me when I tell you the guest list is almost all family.

Because we decided to hire a planner and have the reception in a historic Boston hotel, we are now being shown options that are in fact, ridiculous, even by my standards. The shit that is being presented to me as necessary budget items is astounding to me...and we can pretty much afford to do things the way we want to. The problem is, that when I see these things, I can't help but have a Pavlovian response to their beauty. Hence, the racket.

Things you wouldn't believe the "experts" say you must have:

• expensive linens-patterned fabric napkins, napkin rings, and flatware because the hotel linens aren't good enough?
• chairs-the hotel chairs aren't good enough?
• lighting throughout the entire room, centerpieces etc. to create an atmosphere-I have to say lighting does make a difference, but for 6 to 8 grand???
• extra furniture- couches, cocktail tables, to create a lounge-y atmosphere so that guest can relax-because again, the hotel chairs aren't good enough.
• Flowers, flowers. flowers-because you don't want the place to look bare
• bathroom baskets and custom baskets for your overnight guests-a nice idea, but really, do I have to? I think those bathroom baskets are CHEEZY!!
• Wedding favors- really? Cmon, I'm not 21 any more.
• the right band-"ummm, yeah, those guys aren't good if they are available." huh? every body's getting a cut of the cake on the "it" bands, and the band is kind of important, so we are at their mercy. It's been kinda ugly watching everyone hash it out.

So you can see where I am going with all of this, but don't worry. Mama didn't raise no fool. And I'm not marrying a fool either. We are blessed enough to have the opportunity to be able to do it this way, but we will not let this get out of hand.

For me, it is more about the marriage than the wedding and I have no doubts that it will be a memorable, beautiful event without getting fleeced all the way to the altar.

The Domino Effect

My high school friend sent this email to around 18 of us yesterday and within 15 minutes my inbox was flooded with requests for a "Girls Weekend Away". Needless to say, we are now going away as a group in March.

Why females should avoid a "Girls Night Out" after they are married.

The other night I was invited out for a night with the girls. I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, 'I promise!'

Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.

Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.

Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him. (Even when totally smashed. 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos =MIDNIGHT!)

The next morning, my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him 'MIDNIGHT'. He didn't seem pissed off in the least.

Whew, I got away with that one!

Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock."

When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said 'Oh, shit.' Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."

Hello Lover...

I stumbled across a new love yesterday and yes, it's food related. (any of you in the over 40 set know that really, all that's left to look forward to after 40 is food and sporadic sex)

But this???...yeah I could really get into this place. Boloco, inspired burritos is a burrito lover's heaven headquartered right here in Boston. BO(Boston)LO (Local)CO (Company) serves up inspired burritos or wraps with the freshest ingredients for that fatty in all of us. Not only are their wraps finger lickin good, but the restaurant itself is a complete homage to the city that inspired it.

Bright colored art work by a local artist of simple local areas are hung throughout the restaurant. I found myself walking around observing the art as if I were in NYC's MOMA while waiting for my order. The challenge? To see how many of these local downtown areas one could identify. It was a blast. Then it was on to my food.

Hello Lover....
My weapon of choice?
THE CAJUN...roasted corn salsa, cajun spices, black beans, sour cream, lime rice (flour tortilla)
Then I added...grilled chicken and just the perfect amount of guacamole.
Then they ask if you want a small or a large. Are you kidding me?? I don't do anything small.

Simply put, it was a little slice of heaven. As I was devouring my inspired burrito, I read a letter from the founding partners posted on a large board by the front door. Basically what it said was, hey, we care about you and we want you to come back, or some shit like that. Either way, it completely enhanced my entire Boloco experience. A quick check on their website boloco.com, and I found what they call "straighttalk".

"Years ago, we made a choice to be different; to push the boundaries of what a restaurant can be. Inspired by our customers, we tried new things. Some of them worked, some of them didn’t. These successes, and failures, have made us who we are today.You see, we aren’t perfect and would never claim to be. The reality is that we make mistakes, lots of them. But we don’t let mistakes get us down. Instead, we use them to teach us and motivate us to be better. Better leaders. Better workers. Better people. Why? Because we actually do care about giving our guests exactly what they want – yesterday, today, and tomorrow -and we believe that with creativity, attention, and passion, our work will lead to an experience that brings customers back by the dozens, by the hundreds, by the thousands…and, maybe one day, by the millions. We’ll see. "

My experience was nothing short of perfection. Great food, quality, and great atmosphere. I am now a BoLoco groupie!!! This company has it going on! Check out their website, as their business model has a fresh and hip vibe that is infectious. BoLoco to go is ingenious. You can text your order, then call when you arrive and they will send out an employee to your car with your order. Boloco now has 17 locations throughout MA and New England.

I suggest you keep an eye out on your local downtown, because I predict it won't be long before BoLoco's start popping up all over the country. Let's hope they continue with the same dedication to freshness and quality as they expand.

And I'm left with just got one question...is it lunch time yet?

Despicable Doesn't Begin To Cover It

Sorry about the confusion over Friday's post. As my friend, Mrs. Hall explained so eloquently on Friday's post in the comment section, yes it was judgement day for my EX ASS, meaning my asshole of an EX-husband. Thanks to Mrs. Hall and I apologize to you bloggers for my quick, crap post, as it was literally thrown together on an iphone as I sat in a court house. (I thought the picture was brilliant, though)

Funny, but after listening to the lies of the EX-ASS, and the lengths he would go to to save his own hide, I went on about my day only to come home that night to catch ABC's news program 20/20.

How ironic.

The topic was Andrew Young, ex-aide to John Edwards, tell all book about the despicable John Edwards and the cover up of the decade. It would seem that this was the day for me to sit mesmerized by tales and lies and the lengths that people will go to, to cover up the truth. Of course, not everything we read, see or hear is the absolute truth and Mr. Young is just as despicable as Mr. Edwards, but whoo boy, I couldn't help but wonder what the HELL John Edwards was thinking.

Seems Edwards was in the midst of his run for the White House and the American Presidency, when the shit hit the fan and the fan was on high. Edwards, seen by the media as the dark horse in the race against Hillary and Obama, was the possible front runner in the pending Iowa Caucuses. Around the same time Edwards wife of 30 years, Elizabeth, was diagnosed with breast cancer, and she valiantly and publicly urged her husband to continue his presidential bid. What we, the American people, didn't know was also at the same time Mr. Edwards VERY PREGNANT mistress Rielle Hunter, was about to give birth to his illegitimate child. And that there were lots of people willing to lie, finance, and cover up this fact, to get Edwards into the White House at all costs. But lucky for us, we have the National Enquirer, who's sole purpose it is to expose scumbags of all race and class and political party.

The National Enquirer was hot on Rielle Hunter's trail and Edwards had to make a move fast. What's even more ironic is that Edwards didn't seem to be worried about loosing his presidential bid as much as he was worried about his wife finding out about Rielle and the baby. In stepped trusted aide Andrew Young to save the day. This boob had his nose so far up Edwards ass that he actually made a public statement, claiming paternity of Hunter's child. Young, married with three children, moved Edward's preggers hussy into his home, with said family, and fell on his sword for Edwards. Motivated by what could only be an unlimited bank account, Young, his wife and Hunter went into hiding while they waited for the birth of the child.

The rest is history, as they say, Edwards tanked in Iowa, then New Hampshire and pretty much suspended his campaign after that. Ya think? How the hell this guy did not have an anxiety attack during all of this is amazing. It just reinforces the fact that he is most certainly a pathological, self absorbed, despicable liar who will ruin, destroy and crush anyone in his path. I mean, did he really think he could become president with THAT skeleton in his closet?? I will never understand how terrible people manage to get away with terrible things.

Andrew Young is not without fault. He has fallen in the graces of his colleagues for a man who promised to take care of him forever, only to find himself now unemployable. A man who told Andrew he will always be family, and today will not take his calls. A man who abused Andrew's trust, his wife's trust, his mistress' trust, this country's trust and for what?

Today, they are all sitting in their own stink and despicable doesn't begin to cover it is a mere understatement.