It will not be a shock to my readers that I hate David Vitter. I won’t call him a pervert because many of us have some form of kinkiness (or should have) in the bedroom, but I’ll admit my little “special” things. (Mine are a little more “physical”.)
He fucked up some years ago in an interview: “Thank you for repeating all these vicious rumors that my political enemies are trying to bandy about,” Vitter had responded on the show, adding, apparently mistakenly, that “those rumors are absolutely true,” and continuing,”they really don’t belong in any political campaign and I’ve stated very clearly that they’re lies…”

Thanks to the Flaming Liberal for forcing that admission.

So Davy boy, why don’t you come to visit Momma Morwen and she will put you in nice soft nappies, some mittens and booties, a sweet little bonnet and a cute baby dress with yards and yards of petticoats so you can just be your baby self and not have to deal with your wife Wendy whilst you go Goo-goo and gaa-gaa until I fill your mouth with a passifier.

Sound good Sinnator? You know how to find me.