The scandal du jour is General Petraeus and his biographer which, unless you’ve been living under a rock, you probably already know about. The slow and skinny of it is Petraeus started an affair with his biographer, Paula Broadwell, who got jealous over Petraeus’ friend, Jill Kelley, and started a firestorm of shit.
This is like an episode of Dallas. Petraeus has known Jill Kelley for a really long time. They’re family friends and he helped her sister win a custody battle by writing a letter on her behalf, nothing out of the ordinary there, except it’s completely shady and sort of an abuse of power. Then Petraeus starts jogging with Paula Broadwell and suddenly she’s his biographer. She’s following him around like a dog in heat for her “story”. I say that in quotes because I’m pretty sure the book she wrote was just a perk of having an affair with the four star General.
Paula Broadwell gets wind that at some point, at some time, maybe Jill Kelley and Patreaus did some under the table stuff. No, literally the story is maybe they had some “sexy touching” under a table…but maybe not. Anyway, it’s enough to make Braodwell go “Fatal Attraction” on her and send a “threatening email”. Hey I get it, I’ve seen a girl giving my guy the eye a little too often and in my head I’m making her bite a curb but I don’t but it in writing to her I vaguely mention it on a blog. Petaeus is a cheater so why wouldn’t he cheat on Broadwell? That doesn’t excuse a grown-ass woman sending threatening emails to another grown-ass woman about the man she’s having an affair with. Affair’s are supposed to be quite…email is concrete evidence.
Kelley gets the email and gets all nervous, rightfully so she’s probably seen Fatal Attraction. She emails her other friend who happens to be an FBI agent. He sends Kelley topless photos of himself…I’m not really sure why maybe because while investigating he learned that Kelley had exchanged 20,000-30,000 emails of a sexual nature with General John Allen, who is the U.S/Nato Commander in Afghanistan and a picture is worth …
Well, Maria Shriver decided to file for divorce against her philandering husband. After twenty-five years, four kids, and at least one proven affair on the part of Arnold Schwarzenegger, Shriver evidently figured it had been enough.
Maria Shriver cited “irreconcilable differences” in a petition filed Friday to dissolve her 25-year marriage to former California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger.
The move comes more than a month after Schwarzenegger acknowledged that he fathered a child outside of his marriage.
The couple announced their separation on May 9, calling it a mutual decision made “after a great deal of thought, reflection, discussion, and prayer.”
Honestly, I’m kind of surprised by this. It’s a blanket assumption to state that all men cheat (just as, like some men claim, the same is true of women), but I’m pretty comfortable stating that, once someone has cheated, the odds are pretty good that they’ll cheat again.
When Schwarzenegger’s out-of-wedlock use of his Terminator became public knowledge, I was a bit taken aback that Shriver didn’t file for divorce immediately. I know time is the healer of all wounds and so forth, but it seems to me that the timeline on this whole thing is a little strange.
I’d figured that she’d decided to let him squirm but that, ultimately, they’d stay together.
On February 7th, 2011, 33-year-old Leon Walker will appear before a Michigan court. His offense? Reading his wife, Clara Walker’s, private e-mail—a crime that could carry a 5 year prison sentence. CRAZYTOWN!
After becoming suspicious that his wife was cheating on him, Leon used their shared laptop to log into her Gmail account, at which point he discovered that …
One would hope that, after nearly ten years, the focus on Chandra Levy would involve the fact that her alleged killer, illegal immigrant Ingmar Guandique from El Salvador, is finally going on trial rather than a rehashing of her affair with former California congressman Gary Condit. Uh … not in this country.
Nope, murder is secondary to risqué, Hollywood-esque plotlines, which Levy’s disappearance featured in abundance. Who cares, really, how this young woman died …