Sorry, can't help it. My security code is "sticky". Just too ironic to let pass.

Cunningham ordering his usual filet mignon -- very well done

Does his depravity know no bounds?!

You oughta get thirty years for ordering a Filet Mignon very well done.

Yuck. I haven't had breakfast yet.

Did this bozo think he was so powerful he was immune to pollution as well?

You want your meats thoroughly cooked these days it seems... you know, there are all sorts of bugs you could get from tainted meat.

dc

code: snake; no further comment.

Well done Filet Mignon and Iceburg Lettuce, how daring, and it really does show the character of the man. Parochial, closed minded, repressed.

When I go out to dinner, we often go to the same place, but i never order the same thing over and over, what's the point of that? You eat out to try somebody elses menu, otherwise you might as well just put everything into a blender and drink it down since it's all going to the same place.

Obviously taste is not a concern, since shoe leather and water aren't the most robust of flavors.

10am...delia..have a bowl of cereal for chrissakes

code = waste, What a waste of polluted water.

I understand that the dirty water plays as a rhetorical allegory, and not to take away from the disgusting mental picture that is Cunningham naked in filth, but the water in the Potomac has actually been cleaned up over the years. Sure, some 70% of Potomac river catfish caught have liver-tumors (the sediment is essentially a brownfield), but the water above G'Town is not that bad, really. People swim in it everyday.

SC= Brain, as in you have one of your own, so use it.

Actually, this puts the Duke in a more favorable light, I think. I tend to think well of those who swim in mildly polluted water of rivers that most people shun--the Hudson is one of my favorite swimming destinations.

That said, getting in naked with guests is slightly off. As is not changing the water.

Does the book contain any pics of the bimbos?

This is great stuff. Washington eats these juicy tidbits like...filet mingon.

Mr Yuck says,

Yuck!

Were they drinking red wine on the white leather sofas? Was the carpet white as well? I guess he thought "I'm rich now, I can run around nekkid on the boat if I want to".

He probably had white wine with that ruined filet, troglodyte that he is.

Jon Stewart, are you reading this? Could be good for a laugh

People burn in hell for all eternity for doing stuff like that to a filet mignon.

Meet and greet with your elected officials now includes tubbing in dirty river water? Ah, the class displayed boggles the mind.

My security code for this was "right" - the tech must be using ESP today.

OK. This is childish. But the security code now is "boat", and it's simply too precious to pass up. Please forgive me!

OK ... My security code is, I swear, "meat".

Burnt fillet mignon on iceberg lettuce ... Class act.

Leta, frankly ordering a $180 bottle of wine to wash down your well done filet mignon is so beyond tacky. And I thought Navy pilots had class. My bad.

Well Paul, your next assignment is to determine whether or not there were any floaters in there. The American people have a right to know!

Security code: goat as in "this is grosser than goatse"

Cunningham's behavior is simply a trailer-trash perspective on what the trappings of 'success' and 'livin' big' could be.

It's an image of a person without class, taste or sensibility -- only "appetites".

This isn't to say that if Cunningham had possessed more 'refinement', his corruption would have been excusable. But it's a logical extension of the "YAAA-hoo!" Bush world -- lowlifes who live in mansions. It's a wonder Duke didn't sport 'Bling' jewelry.

Maybe Duke can get some Elvis-On-Velvet paintings for the wall of his cell. Or a fuzzy seat cover for the right-out-in-front-of-God-and-man toilet.

Pathetic.

how the right wing exists to "do good."

Well, they've done pretty well for themselves, haven't they?

Who cares how he likes his meat ?
Who cares if he used river water in his hot tub ?

What I can't can't get out of my mind is the Duke butt ass naked. The guy is hard enough to look at clothed and a stewardess ?? Is that code for hooker ??

Liberty and Justice have been fired.

He stole all that money to buy tacky expensive furniture and to ruin expensive cuts of meat? And let's not even go into iceberg lettuce.

What a cheap, cheezy little man!

Why put a tub in a river and then put the river in a smaller tub? Did he float a boat in his tub?

Couldn't get in the river nekkid I guess ... nevermind.

Security code: shame

um.
I really didn't need to read this.

ew. just. ew.

Who paid off the flight attendant? She wasn't sleeping with the Dukester for free.

"Why a Duke? Why-a no chickenhawk?"

I feel kind of funny sticking up for someone who would do such unspeakable things to a filet mignon, but he served in Vietnam, yes? Sorry, but any military service, especially in combat, disqualifies one forever from chickenhawk status.

Pretty good review of the book here:

http://rightwingnuthouse.com/archives/2007/05/16/congressional-earmarks-and-duke-cunningham/

Not to steal the thunder from Marcus Stern et al who originally exposed Duke's shady dealings with Mitchell Wade, but there is another book due out in July re the Cunningham caper called "Feasting on the Spoils." I was really intrigued by this blurb on Cunningham making nice with Barney Frank:

"Look, I want to apologize," Cunningham told Frank, according to Feasting on the Spoils, by investigative reporter Seth Hettena. "I may have said things to you in the past that were harsh. I shouldn't have said those, and I'm not going to say those again." (Among other things, Cunningham had baited Frank into a fight by referring, in a congressional session, to "homos in the military.")

Whence the remorse? According to Hettena, Cunningham renounced his lifelong homophobia after purchasing a yacht, the Buoy Toy, in August 2002 from Scott Schramm. Cunningham later told Schramm, "You know, I used to be very antiwomen, antigay, and a lot of things in my life have changed. And one of those big things was 9/11. That was a big part of my life. I now vote pro-gay, and it's because of you and Lee [Marcum, Schramm's then-partner]."

Cunningham continued, "I'm sure I've met lots of gay people, but I've never met two guys that, you know, were outwardly gay and ... that I would consider drinking buddies and friends and boating buddies and people I want to spend time with ... that also said, 'Oh, by the way, I just happened to be gay.'"

Cunningham was a self indulgent jerk from day 1 in office. He is the poster adult for something endemic in much of the country's populace- those folks who are proud of their racism, sexism, homophobia, immigrant hate, etc, etc. So if Cunningham could turn it around, maybe, just maybe, there is some hope for these folks too.

Security code Soap not to be missed.

Enjoy.

Security code: clean
Okay, now they're just messin' with us.

Just the mental picture of the Dukester's leather nutsack emerging from the stank-nasty cesspool made me retch.

brrrrr.

Ah, excuse me, like present day America, I've always had this awkward and embarrassing skin blemish. It hasn't been an issue before but now that I have an official status as guardian of the gate that only you can open, I have to be concerned with public appearances. Some appear or choose to be tall and handsome, some choose to talk in similes and engage intelligent people in their nonsensical paradiddle, yet others live in the outskirts of the electrical field, far from your frame of reference. For those who wish to grow tomatoes or spin tall tales of evildoers and abstract concepts such as “liberty”, a fertile field is provided with the cautionary tale of the frog and the scorpion. Some would sup with any demonic presence if it increases wealth (and adversely, alleged respect, or so I’ve heard) and others would share a pot of beans with a man on the street or buy you a bottle of wine as you float down the gutter. And of course a lot of people just whine. There is still a time when the shine of a street light shimmers like jewels of reality in the muddy waters of a curbside gutter filled with celebrity whores and flapping of jaws.

Filth is something that some would use to distinguish one from another. There is also the keen edge of a razor. Then again there is the filthy razor’s edge that divides us all. Us all? Only a few. But amongst the best of us, those that keep a firm grip even though this half-assed roller coaster threatens to pitch our keesters into the darkness, there is a well oiled machine that ticks out the tempo of existence. A Sartreian existence that extinguishes the flame of soiled porcelain ewers (the media) whose portraiture of a fin de sicile wears too much turquoise eye makeup and too little serge. A cosmetic compass directs our energies toward a slick America, smooth as elephant snot or some primary essence that is not unlike the tallow of fatted calves, given some tight hosiery and a push up bra.

Such is the question of the cosmos. Something that Carl Sagan would ponder after many a toke on the Betelgeuse pipe, thoroughly packed and tamped with Brillo Pads and igneous rocks. I deal out a Tarot hand of deadly Knave's swords and Medusa mendacity; there betwixt the nether naves of ecclesiastical perversity and the blandishments of insurance underwriters; there we find the uber toad.

I am barely in touch and somewhat bored with what you folks call reality. The razor-blade banister awaits my flaccid buns as I slide into the present colored confusion. How else can I say it.....peanut butter is sticky, but butter is slick.

Make of it what you will

Well, at least now we know where the source of the pollution in the Potomac was coming from . . .

On the whole filet mignon thing, the issue isn't just cooking any old meat well done, but cooking extremely good and expensive meat like filet mignon "very well done"; it's like saying most average Americans can't go out to fancy places and order this stuff like I do every day, so please burn it and make it worth no more than a Sloppy Joe just to spite the commoners.

If not for the fired Carol Lam we wouldn't have to have this very ugly picture in our heads. Duke naked in mixed company no less stewing in river soup.

Thank you Alberto Gonzales, you did the right thing, firing Carol Lam was too good for her. Somebody get Gonzales a Presidential Medal of Freedom.

We always knew that Republican politicians rooted and wallowed in filth... now we have proof!

Not that I disbelieve the story or anything, but I've got to admit I don't really get it. True, it is disgusting. But what exactly is the point of getting into a tub full of polluted water with your girlfriend in front of your fancy guests? I mean, from Cunningham's POV. Could that possibly have anything to do with sex? I mean I know there's some pretty kinky stuff out there, but I just don't get it. Maybe I'm just old fashioned. What is it, to prove to everybody that you're a bigger asshole than anyone else on the yacht? Is it supposed to be funny?

So some author wants to prsent Cunningham in the worst possible light, and has enough of the MoDo touch to do so. Why is that important to quote? Is it so that the rabble can out-do one another in expressing their horror that (gasp) a convicted felon is not the sort of person they can appreciate? This is the equivalent of "Gore wears earth-tones"--except that Gore was at least still a player, while Cunningham's out for good.

It isn't the cleanest river in the world, but you can swim in it.

You can?! That's news to me!

And just think, that "Duke" is not the only dirty congressman that is still on the hill, there are still more and they are getting richer on your money and my money. A well done fillet and dirty water in a hot tub is very typical of a man who is toast! He is were he belongs. At least the system worked right once.

The Authors of The Wrong Stuff have a book website setup at http://thewrongstuff.net/

It has interesting documents and recordings, including the phone call made to Cunningham about the house deal before the story broke two years ago (June 2005)

It's the iceberg lettuce that got me.