**A light-hearted blog for a lazy summer Sunday afternoon while I’m on vacation:
I can’t believe I missed this last week; I mean, I know I don’t pay as much attention to the news when I’m on vacation and everything, but this story was so far up my alley, it should’ve jumped up into my lap.
New York Congressman Anthony Weiner, a pretty good liberal in my book, got married to a former Hillary Clinton aide named Huma Abedin on Long Island (at a place that my wife and I actually looked into holding our wedding).
And the officiant at the event? Bill Clinton. That’s right boys and girls, our 42nd President, a man who had his fly open more than Dirk Diggler in the 1970s, was up there preaching to the wedding guests and the happy couple about love, honor, and obeying your spouse. About staying loyal and faithful and all that good stuff.
Somewhere, Monica Lewinsky and Paula Jones are wondering where their invitations were.
Bill Clinton, officiating a wedding. So many jokes here I don’t even know where to start. Wouldn’t this be like Al Capone be named head of the police department in Chicago? Or Dick Cheney taking over as head of the EPA?
Good luck to Congressman Weiner and his bride. And please, for the love of the Arkansas state troopers, please ignore everything President Clinton told you last weekend.
**So I saw Saturday that Angelina Jolie, who I honestly truly never found all that attractive (and yes, I realize I may be the only heterosexual male who doesn’t think she’s hot) has invited real-life Russian spy Anna Chapman to the opening of Jolie’s new movie, in which she plays a real-life Russian spy.
So I got to wondering: When Jolie stars in a film playing a character who steals another woman’s husband in the same profession and then has lots of kids with him, will she be inviting Jennifer Aniston to the premiere?