There's a whole lot of handwringing going on over at TPM by the more fastidious commenters who either didn't read the emails between Sanford and his lover, or say they didn't.
Me, I read every word and cherish this comment most (so far, I had to interrupt to pass it along.)
Shattering the predawn traquility with the low roar of a diesel engine while hermetically sealed in an air conditioned cab tearing up the pristine wildnerness listening to country music...Pathetic. Thinking that it will impress a paramour...Priceless!!
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