He Cheated

How sad! Tiger woods cheated. The fall of a star.

Could this be the end Of tiger woods’ Career?

I believe calling for the president to step down is not appropriate at this point because the sins were committed before he took office, why is it only now that the story is brought to the public’s attention is an issue I wouldn’t like to go into.

All I can say is we voted him into power fully aware of his weaknesses and so far he has not sleeped-up (whilst in power). Therefore I do not think it is fair to call for his head for acts he committed whilst he was an ordinary citizen.

So far all the story around his 4 months old baby with Khoza’s daughter had various comments and quotations from his speeches which were all made after he got into Power (way after the act was committed). I believe when he made those speeches he was turning a new page and so far he has not failed any of them.

All the statements be it on HIV/AIDS or other events he might have delivered speeches at symbolize his new ways, which so far he has not back tracked on (and in this case has taken full responsibility for an act committed prior to making) these statements. It upon this realisation that I believe calling for his head as the President of the country is not appropriate at this stage.

NB: I do not condone his behaviour and do not think what he did was fair to his wives, his children, Irvin Khoza (his friend finish and klaar) and those that look up to him both as father and or as a role model. But highlighting that calling for the president to step down is premature.

Having said that if you’ve got a daughter don’t tempt him by being his friend or inviting him over to your house whilst you daughter is around, after all “the country is pregnant with possibilities”.

Outline:

III. Immorality in the Church (5:1-6:20)

Section 1: Do Not Sue the Brethren (vv. 1-11)

The first eight verses are about taking brothers and sisters in the faith to court.  We are not to sue our brethren.  What then do we do?  We settle all issues between us within the church.

Do you not know that the saints will judge the world? And if the world will be judged by you, are you unworthy to judge the smallest matters? (v. 2)

Christians will assist Christ in judging the world during the Millennial Kingdom, so we are more than qualified to judge the small disputes among us.  John MacArthur says this:

The most legally untrained believers, who know the Word of God and are obedient to the Spirit, are far more competent to settle disagreements between believers than the most experienced unbeliever, void of God’s truth and Spirit. (John MacArthur Study Bible)

That makes a lot of sense.  We have God’s Word, which is far more powerful and authoritative than man-made law.

Now therefore, it is already an utter failure for you that you go to law against one another. Why do you not rather accept wrong? Why do you not rather let yourselves be cheated? (v. 7)

It is better to lose financially and trust God than to sin by taking a brother or sister to a secular court.

I am glad that I have not ever had to deal with this sort of situation.  Without reading this, I am sure that I would have taken future disputes with brethren to court (if they were bad enough obviously), but now I see that is not the right thing to do if I am ever in such a situation.

In verses 9-10, Paul lists some characteristics of unbelievers:

• Fornicators- sexual immorality, especially outside of marriage
• Idolators- worshiping a false god or practicing any false religion
• Adulterers- married people having sex with someone other than their spouse
• Homosexuals and sodomites- same-gender sexual relationships
• Thieves- taking something belonging to someone else
• Covetous- not actually taking something belonging to someone else, but strongly desiring it
• Drunkards- drinking too much alcohol
• Revilers- using abusive language
• Extortioners- taking advantage of others for one’s own financial gain

And such were some of you. But you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God. (v. 11)

The aforementioned sins characterized us before we came to Christ, but they must no longer characterize us.  We might slip and commit some of them now and then, but we cannot commit them continuously.

Section 2: Glorify God in Body and Spirit (vv. 12-20)

¹⁵ Do you not know that your bodies are members of Christ? Shall I then take the members of Christ and make them members of a harlot? Certainly not! ¹⁶ Or do you not know that he who is joined to a harlot is one body with her? For “the two,” He says, “shall become one flesh.” ¹⁷ But he who is joined to the Lord is one spirit with Him.
(vv. 15-17)

Our bodies are part of the body of Christ, the church.  Our bodies are the temple of the Holy Spirit, therefore, when we commit sexual sin, it is involving Christ with a harlot.  This should give us the greatest possible reason not to commit sexual immorality.

Flee sexual immorality. Every sin that a man does is outside the body, but he who commits sexual immorality sins against his own body. (v. 18)

As if profaning Christ wasn’t enough, sexual immorality also has the potential of destroying our physical bodies through the increased exposure to STDs including AIDS.

¹⁹ Or do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and you are not your own? ²⁰ For you were bought at a price; therefore glorify God in your body and in your spirit, which are God’s. (vv. 19,20)

We are not our own.  Our bodies are God’s, and we are indwelled by the Holy Spirit.  We were bought by the precious blood of Christ.  Therefore, we are to glorify God in our bodies by not committing sexual sin.

I want to call The Bachelor contestant, Rozlyn Papa, who left the show following accusations she had an “inappropriate relationship” with a member of a production team, a “very talented actress.”  She will no doubt end up with lucrative media offers and a hot movie or two in the not-too-distant future. In addition, don’t be surprised to see her pull off a bonus over this faux pas from the Bachelor show.

According to Entertainment Tonight, Papa flatly denies that she cheated on the season’s star, Jake Pavelka. When asked whether she had sex with a member of The Bachelor’s production team, Papa replied, “Absolutely not, no.” Rozlyn complains that the allegations have taken a toll on her life.

“This seeps into my personal life,” she says. “I have a 7-year-old little boy at home that I want to look up to me, and to have this blatant lie out there perpetuated by the show itself — it’s hurtful. It’s scary to think what my son will think of me.”

“I’m afraid … I’ll be portrayed as a cheater,” she says. “It really comes down to my son. Why would you go on national television and throw a mom under the bus like that?”

 In regards to her remarks, I would say that they show great hindsight but don’t say much for her foresight (unless of course that was in her plans too). Could I be overlooking something?

Why do I say this? Simply because I feel this female is “a real cagey animal.” She definitely knows her way around and strives to remain in charge. The problem is she couldn’t maintain her cool under the fire of accusations and direct camera confrontation. She had her chance. Instead she right away confirmed “the secret affair” by being defensive and saying, “I’m sure that many of the other girls have had relationships too…before the show.”  Another statement revealing her insincerity and “hidden” guilt is: “I think my personal life is nobodies business.” Why would she say this unless she had some business she wanted to hide?

 As far as Jake Pavelka is concerned:

a)     He was helpless in her feminine charm. He would have been sucked into everything she said if they had continued, and continue he would have both out of that “deer-in-the-headlights” sincerity that makes him an easy mark for the pro.

b)      This lesson will help him “grow up” so he won’t be an easy mark for the other pro’s that haunt these reality shows.

Frankly, Jake should trust his intuition. He caught a strong whiff of her powers of persuasion right away when he said something like, “I think Rozlyn is a little much for me.”  Right on, Jake, you got that right.

http://tvwatch.people.com/2010/01/11/bachelor-contestant-calls-sex-scandal-blatant-lie/

Do you remember the story of Scheherazade?  I’ll refresh your memory.

A Persian king named Shahryar has a new bride.  He discovers his wife has been unfaithful to him so he has her executed.  The king is very angry that his wife has cheated on him so he declares that all women are unfaithful.  The king marries a new virgin every day only to have her beheaded the following morning.  The king ends up killing three thousand virgin women.  The vizier, whose job it is to provide virgins for the king, cannot find any more virgins.  Scheherazade, the vizier’s daughter, offers to be the king’s next bride.  On the night of their marriage, Scheherazade tells the king a story, but does not end it.  The king postpones Scheherazade’s execution in order to hear the end of the story the following night.  The next night Scheherazade finishes the story, but then begins a new story.  The king eager to hear the end of the new story postpones Scheherazade’s execution once again.  And so it goes for 1,001 nights.

Dear reader, I have a confession to make.  I feel a lot like Scheherazade.  Scheherazade was a storyteller and so am I.

I was hoping to get you so captivated with my story about how my bad marriage made me fat, that like the king who kept postponing Scheherazade’s execution, you would postpone asking me about my plans to lose my weight in 2010 and how I planned to do it.

But my sister-in-law called me and said, “I’m enjoying your blog, but when are you going to give your readers some accountability about how you plan to lose your weight?”

There it was, that word, accountability.

In the back of my mind I visualized Paul making fun of me.

“Accountability?  Oh, that’s a good one.  Yes, Joanie, why don’t you show the world your accountability?  You always say that you are going to lose weight but then you never follow through.”

“Maybe this time I will lose my weight, Paul.”

“I know you – you won’t.”

“You don’t know me at all.”

“Oh, I know you alright.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Do you really think anyone is going to actually read what you’re writing on the Internet, Joanie?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Well, I think you’re wasting your time.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

Dear reader, I don’t know why it is, but every time I have even an imaginary conversation with Paul we always end up arguing.

“You’ve always wanted Paul’s approval that you were a writer and he has always put your writing down,” a voice inside of me says.

“That’s true, ” I say to the voice inside of me.  “Who are you?”

“I’m your voice of accountability.”

“I don’t have a voice of accountability.  Paul’s right, I never really follow through when it comes to losing my weight.”

“But this time it’s going to be different.  This time you’re going to follow through.”

“What’s so different about this time when I’ve failed so many times before?”

“This time you’re going to be accountable and this time you’re going to have a plan.”

I have no idea who this voice is inside of me.  All I know is that I’m going to follow it.

JOAN’S (I-CAN’T-BELIEVE-I’M-DOING-THIS) ACCOUNTABILITY PLAN TO LOSE HER WEIGHT IN 2010:

JOAN’S FOOD AND WEIGHT PLAN

1.     I will weigh myself once a week on Monday mornings and faithfully report what I weigh (no matter what the scale says) on my blog.  (I can’t believe what I’m getting myself into!)

2.     I will not skip meals.  I will eat breakfast, lunch and dinner.  (This is a gigantic commitment for me.  I like to skip breakfast and lunch, then eat anything I want for dinner.)

3.     I will keep a food diary of everything I eat.  (Must I?  Isn’t that a little obsessive compulsive?  Okay, as much as I’m going to hate it, I’ll do it.)

JOAN’S EXERCISE PLAN

1.     I will walk a minimum of 2 miles a day, 7 days a week on my Sit-to-Walkstation.  If I want to walk more that is my option.  (Finally, something easy I can do!)

2.     I will go to my water aerobic class twice a week.  (But if it’s pouring rain I’m not going, even though the pool is indoors and is heated to 94 degrees.  I do not like driving when it’s pouring rain.)

Okay, dear reader, so now you have it.  What I’m going to do in 2010 to be accountable to myself so that I can lose my weight.  And, of course, I’ll continue writing my blog about how A BAD MARRIAGE IS FATTENING.

Dear Reader,

1. I saw a song titled, “The Drifter and the Gypsy,” and it sparked my interest. I did not look at the lyrics because I felt it would be self-explanatory nor did I listen to the song. So what interested me? The fact that I can relate to just the damn title.  I’ve been searching for so much inside myself when all I had to realize was that if I had only looked in the mirror I would’ve found it. I usually avoid mirrors outside of seeing that I don’t have my underwear sticking out of my jeans because I have always disliked what I saw. I’ve been searching for happiness outside of myself and I realize that happiness is best shared, but I first have to be happy with myself in order to share myself. I’ve lied, cheated, stolen, and fooled everyone including myself. When you tell yourself something so much you eventually believe it, it in turn eventually ends up suffocating you. And for too long I could not breathe. I am the drifter, the one who neglects her family to pay them back for all the wrong they have done to me, the one who would rather hide in the shadows, but longs for the sunlight. I am the gypsy, moving from place to place, stealing hearts and not answering to them, leaving when the need for me eclipses the moon, and I do not look back, not even when they scream at the top of their lungs. I have used and over-stayed my welcome. Tonight, I am taking the hardest step and I am learning to forgive myself. I am moving forward and away from yesterday and living for only today, for this very moment because every second counts, every minute I cling to for my life because that might be the last minute I ever breathe.
Someone once applauded my “mental intuition,” if only because they lacked part of it, and I realize that every day is a battle to get out of bed and stop dreaming about the life I could be leading. I just can’t understand how anyone could envy me my “mental intuition” when I barely know my own thoughts sometimes.  I have come to accept that while I may forgive, I cannot forget; I cannot forget the uncle who abused me, I cannot forget the mother who left and later blamed me for the cause, I cannot forget the father with crazy eyes whose only concern was his next fix, I cannot forget the abuse I inflicted upon myself because of their mistakes. But I do forgive them. And for now, I am happy being the drifter and the gypsy, but I refuse to inflict the same amount of abuse on anyone else. I have learned lies and secrecy at my mothers bequest, from my fathers eyes, and from the slow moving hands of an uncle.  The truth will be the only words my mouth shall whisper in bed, the truth shall be the only music my lungs will breathe, the truth will be the only light in a dark room.

2. I did good in all my classes this past semester. I have a 3.1 GPA and broken down I received: a B+ in Anthropology, a C+ in History, a B- in Philosophy, a B+ in College Math, and a A in English. I’m proud of my English grade because I know I worked really hard on everything, I put a lot of work into the class and I am glad it paid off. I really wanted to learn something from this course and I put in the effort, I went to see the teacher several times, volunteered in discussion (and I had a feeling she loved hearing me talk because I could play devil’s advocate and still sound pretty damn convincing even though I believed otherwise), and I really enjoyed the class. It was just a writing course, but it made all the difference. Although I still am a little coma (,) happy and there is nothing I can do to help that. She said she was coma happy too when she first started writing, so I take it as a word of comfort that I am not the only one and that I will grow out of it eventually.

3. I started watching Brothers & Sisters and I love the show. There is something about it that just makes sense. And how many shows on TV actually make sense? I just always envisioned that if my family had been different, if things had been different, then my family would have the same strength and unity I always wished it had. But I can’t make a pig fly and for now I’ll just have to live with the family I’ve got now until I start my own some day.

4. I really have to admit how much I LOVE the piano. Just something about it that just makes me want to cry, smile and fly all at the same time. I can’t play to save my life because I don’t have a piano or the music sheets (even though I can read some of the music sheets) and practicing is pretty minimum. I couldn’t play the piano for a grade or something competitive because then it would take the beauty out of it for me. I do envy all those who can play though.

5. I think I can feel the sleeping pill kicking in… so I’ll head off to bed.

Thank you,
Cora-Lynn August

P.S. My pen pal sent me pictures of his family so that I could catch up and I really enjoyed seeing them. For the first time I could understand the value of a picture.

 Dear Reader,

             There are myths in our culture, the lesbian community, that we continually use to define who we are to each other. We have multiple labels used to denote our position in the lesbian etiquette ladder. The obvious: Butch, femme, top, bottom, daddy, and boi. These define our sexual status and roles in the home. Then there is the less than obvious: Gold star lesbian -never been with a man, the silver star lesbian -tried the straight way and then came back to her senses. There are the preppy, snobbish lesbians who only identify with other preppy, snobbish lesbians. There are the color lines that exist outside our community that we still hold as trophies for definition and recognition. Even further there are the co-dependant, independent lesbians. Then my personal favorite; relationship junkies. Or the elusive, “I date a lot of women.”

       It is these very differences that we advocate to ourselves and the outside world that drive a wedge between acceptance and hatred. The symbol of the gay and lesbian community is the rainbow flag. The significance is the spectrum of color all on one banner, our very culture demands this totem because “we are not exclusive, we have every color of the rainbow.”

                  Time to call the spade a spade ladies, because unless you are blind we don’t have acceptance of each other. The lie we tell ourselves is “this is who I am, if you don’t like it then you aren’t worth it.” Don’t believe me? Okay, I understand, easier to live in denial that see the truth. I know because I lived on denial street.

                 I couldn’t stand women. In many respects I harbored deep resentments against the ones that looked better, dressed nicer and had hot girlfriends. If I couldn’t get what I wanted from you then I was on to the next. I didn’t trust them either.   I learned the hard way that women were back stabbing, lying and deceitful people. (enter your expletive here)

This makes it hard to get dates.  

                    Take tonight for example, I am surrounded by wonderful women all sharing a common ailment seeking a common solution. I am upset because one member makes a comment in the group that some people come here looking for dates, flit around the edges talking to various groups and trying to edge in on her ex. Which she had been broken up with for six months or a year. She wasn’t clear on that, oh and she had a new girlfriend by the way, at least a year or six months. Again not sure, she wasn’t too clear.

That was my deepest fear, of course I owe this person money so naturally I assume she is talking about me. Considering I do walk from group to group talking to different people, sometimes I get a ride to the light rail. The funny thing is I never liked sitting in one group. The issue always arises that the group or click has an issue with another click or group. So they gossip. That’s why I don’t like women, doesn’t matter who you are if they perceive you doing something out of the norm of what the click agrees with you are branded as a predator, meat market cruiser or just a bitch.

Some rainbow.

Okay so is high school over? I left the mentality of clicks and groups a long time ago. Talking with different people makes for interesting conversations. Time to break the lines. Each one of us is the same. Regardless of color, ethnicity, background, pay rate, marital status, or what kind of sex you have. We are the same. We are all women. We are human. We are one.

Every single one of us has been lied to, cheated on, betrayed, left, hurt and angry at other women.

Every single one of us has cheated, lied, betrayed, left, hurt and yelled at other women.

Every one.

In fear I can walk away from this group and not come back. Keep my resentments and talk crap about the meeting-house around town.

 I don’t, I am not holier than thou either, it just doesn’t feel good to do that.

I don’t do things that don’t feel could. Yeah call me a radical, whatever. Spreading more gossip just isn’t my thing.

I am tired of judging. I am tired of being judged. I only want to be who I am. I don’t have to prove it to you. Instead I smile, listen and give you my full attention because I love you. I love who you are. More importantly I know the truth. We are one, what I do to you I do to me.

The next time you go to judge a lesbian picture yourself in her shoes. Then judge her, even Jesus said, “What you have done to the least of my brethren you have done to me.”

with love, Rochelle Author The Stone People

Dear child,

I am calling you a child because that’s what you are. My husband and I are old enough to be your parents.

Here’s where our journey together has been before you came into the picture:  youth, love, passion; the untimely death of my mother at the time my father was going through chemo; a beautiful wedding; years of my husband’s brilliant education and my endless support for him; years of building up his trust in me to get over his fear of abandonment (oh the irony); long walks at night and exercising of all kinds; picking out our “kids” (Katie and Prince) together; the purchase of a home together; years of care for my father’s cancer, remission, last grasp of life by marrying a gold-digger, and ultimately his kidney failure and death; years of trips together to New Mexico, California, Florida, Europe, Canada and so many more; a myriad of home renovations; for both of us, serious illnesses and surgeries; a legal battle with the gold-digger; wonderful family reunions with amazing parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, nephews and a niece, many marriages and funerals of friends and relatives, and finally and *almost* successfully having my husband stop his pot-smoking.

Life and marriage is about many years of happiness and sadness. That’s why the marriage vows say “in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.” You can’t possibly understand this at 22. You might have the intellect but you most certainly don’t have the wisdom. And you *most certainly* don’t want to be in the position that you and your infatuation has put me in. Please imagine that. I love my husband with a heart the size of the universe but he is ill right now and you are taking advantage of his illness.

I AM PLEADING WITH YOU:  stop this game that you think is a challenge, or fun, or wild. Because it is NOT a game. You are playing with people’s lives. You are not unique and you are not his soulmate. When you’ve worn of him, you will realize that he is *20 years older than you* (closer to your parents’ age than your age). And you will leave him because you’ll realize you are with a man much too old for you. But by then, your selfishness and his will have broken so many more lives than what it was worth. You don’t know this yet because you are not wise.

- The wife and partner since December 17th, 1994 (you would’ve been 7 years old when we met)

The evening has arrived and I see myself going to a home that is not mine, and to a bed that I will not share with anyone. I can’t take any more Xanax and my body trembling began an hour ago. This was while I was at the movies watching the too-long and boring-at-times Sherlock Holmes. I don’t recommend this movie if you have a wandering mind…what is my husband doing? Is he thinking of me or contacting her? Am I invisible to him at this very minute?

I know only one thing for sure. He would scold me for my improper use of ellipses.

So I’m still awake and trembling. I just can’t find peace. I’m slowly telling friends who are shocked. As everyone will say, they always saw us as so compatible. He says he loves her but he is just in love with a fantasy.

I’m not sure at this point how people find the strength.

This is my first post. I don’t care how this blog looks. I only wanted to get it up because of the subject.

My husband cheated on me. He did it in between my birthday and Christmas, only a week apart.

I’ve now been at his parents’ house for 4 days going through so many emotions. It’s 6:36 am and yet another night I haven’t slept partly because of the violent trembling my body is currently exhibiting. I started this blog to release my emotions.

I am 43 years old. My 42-year old husband cheated with a 22-year old child. I only pray this happens to her when she’s 43. But really, he’s the jerk because he’s throwing away 15 years of our lives together.

How do I get through this? I just want the trembling to stop.

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“When I was in school, I cheated on my metaphysics exam: I looked into the soul of the boy sitting next to me.” – Woody Allen

Yes the girl ‘acted’ dumb as bricks on her show but she has always been one of the hottest pop divas period.  Well it turns out Tiger, bed any blond that moves, Woods was lucky enough to to test Ms. Simpson’s brain

Hey guys it’s Sunday, December 13th, 2009 and today I’m going to be discussing Tiger Wood’s Affairs. It is said that Tiger Woods has cheated exactly eleven times. Here are some women off the list:

Kalika Moquin, who apparently had sex with Tiger several times while he was in Vegas, where she works at a nightclub.

Jamie Jungers, who works for the Bellagio in Vegas, but whom a madam in Vegas claims was paid to have sex with Tiger. She has vehemently denied this, saying that she had a long-term, relatively serious relationship with Tiger that was based on love, not money.

Holly Sampson, a pornstar who was also apparently paid to sleep with Woods, according to the same madam. Ms. Sampson claims that her relationship with Tiger was before he married Elin Nordegren.

Loredana Jolie, a Playboy model who Tiger also supposedly paid to have sex with.

Josyln James, another pornstar who allegedly had a lengthy affair with Tiger while he was in Vegas.

Cori Rist, who Tiger apparently flew around the country to come sleep with him.

Mindy Lawton, a restaurant manner who slept with Tiger at his mansion while Tiger’s wife wasn’t home.
(http://tigerwoodsaffair.com/)

Those were just a couple that could be named, others he met on television, bars, Vegas party girls, and even neighbors.

Do you still have sympathy for Tiger Woods? Leave a comment below!

Tiger Woods, This is How You Should Have Confessed You Cheated to Elin Nordegren!

Have you ever been cheated on and wished your guy would just come clean? An expert tells us what you – and Elin – deserve to hear.

Elin Nordegren deserves a heck of a lot more than a simple apology from her philandering husband. On the slim chance that the gorgeous Swede decides to forgive and forget Tiger Wood’s alleged baker’s dozen of indiscretions, she’ll need some serious promises and a pretty heavy apology.

Lucky for Tiger, he has HollywoodLife.com to help him out. Matt Titus, relationship expert and author of Why Hasn’t He Called Yet, has drafted a letter specifically for the golf pro to read out to his cuckolded wife. Are you paying attention, Tiger? Warning: you better get down on your hands and knees to do this.

“Elin, I really can’t make the things that I have done go away. I have made some terrible mistakes with our relationship. I have been unfaithful numerous times with women that didn’t mean anything to me but immediate sexual satisfaction. I lost touch with who I was to you and our children through my own selfishness. I am willing to do anything to save our marriage. I will immediately take a leave of absence from the game, I will immediately go into therapy and when I do resume playing, I will only travel with you and the children. Please give me a second chance to show you the man I can become.”

If only you had had this pre-written all along, Tiger!

Op-Ed by Eugene Robinson

Pulitzer Prize Winning Journalist, Eugene Robinson

Washington Post/Eugene Robinson—Leave Tiger alone. Enough with the puns — we get that he’s really just a “cheetah” in disguise. Enough with the Barbie-of-the-Day revelations — we get that he’s attracted to a certain type. Enough with the whole thing — we have far more important things to worry about.

Yeah, right. Sit down with a friend over lunch and try to have a conversation about health care, climate change, financial regulation or Afghanistan without straying at least once onto the oh-so-unimportant subject of Tiger Woods’s philandering. I’ve given up trying to deny that the unfolding saga is compelling, even if paying attention leaves me feeling a bit disappointed in myself. Prurient interest is rarely something to be proud of.

I’m beginning to fear, actually, that the unfolding may never end. If you’re the richest, most famous athlete on the planet, and you have an eye for cocktail waitresses and nightclub hostesses, the opportunities to cheat are probably limited only by the number of hours in the day. It’s becoming clear why Woods’s initial mea culpa was worded vaguely to cover any and all “transgressions.” Wouldn’t want to leave anybody out.

I’m not going to pronounce judgment on Woods’s moral fiber, except to state that adultery is bad. I’m also not going to judge the women who have reportedly had affairs with him, except to point out how quick they’ve been, as soon as their names have surfaced, to retain high-priced legal counsel. I will suggest that Woods consider this possibility: Random women he meets in restaurants or bars may not be reduced to putty by his good looks or sparkling wit, but may in fact be aware of how wealthy he is.

I was going to critique Woods’s technique of adultery, or at least his apparent selection of playmates, as measured against a theory about philandering developed by my colleague Roxanne Roberts, who has spent years covering the capital’s libidinous social scene for The Post. Roberts postulates that famous, powerful men who stray would be smart to choose women who have just as much to lose if the liaison were exposed. Some ultra-rich tycoon’s young trophy wife, say, would fit that criterion. Cocktail waitresses and nightclub hostesses, not so much.

In fact, Woods seems to have hooked up with the kind of women who save old voice mails and text messages — giving their high-priced legal counsel something to work with.

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The world as we know it has come to an end.  Tiger Woods cheated on his wife.  A 2012-level mass hysteria has hit the streets.

The Tiger Woods story is the only allowable topic in my office.  It’s as shocking as if he drowned a puppy or ate a baby.  I’d swear the office gossips have an orgasm each time they play the infamous voicemail.

The first time I saw Woods’ wife, I thought to myself, “he could do better.”  Apparently, he did too.

Three women, probably 10 by time I post this, have come forward claiming to be a Woods mistress.  They’re the stupid ones out for a quick paycheck.  Once the story dies, the media attention will end and they’ll have to go back to swinging on a pole while hearing complaints about how one of their crabs flew into a customer’s eye.

The smart ones are the quiet women who are secretly paid off.  It’s a slower payout, but in the long run it’s more money.

What’s irritating is the media portrays this story like Woods is a threat to national security.  Sure we’ve been to the moon, dropped a bomb on Hiroshima and created Twitter, but it’s as if no one has ever cheated on his spouse.  Maybe they’ll create a special award for him called The Nobel ‘Piece’ Prize.

Not to go all Dr. Phil on everyone, but if you see one rat, there’s hundreds more where that one came from.

“But he is such an important role model.”

No, Tiger Woods is a not role model.  He’s what we call a douche.  There are millions of douches in the world.

How about we focus on something that affects us personally?  There’s a war in Afghanistan.  Don’t forget about Iraq.  Hey, the economy is still crap.  Let’s focus less on where Tiger stroked his nine and more on the important issue…

…how does he have the energy to golf after 18 holes?

Crooked NBA Referees: Ref Admits He Cheated (Calling Fouls On Allen Iverson On Every Play & Cheated For Kobe Bryant To Win)

::Eddie Cibrian::

Since Tiger Woo’s stable of nubile females have come to the surface, I guess it’s now a fad. 

We all know that Lee Ann Rhimes stole Eddie Cibiran from his wife of eight years, Brandi Glanville in August.  They were so dirty with it, they filed for divorces from their spouses within a week of each other. 

Well now there’s been another breath-takin’ revelation: a chicken head has ‘come forward’ with the fact that she was ‘initmate’ with Eddie while he was married.   

 Scheana Marie told (sold to) Access Hollywood that this happened in 2006.  She said their relationship lasted for six months and that she didn’t even know he was married until after they’d begun dating.  Another story states the affair went on till she found out Brandi was preggers with Eddie’s 2nd child, and then booted it back up after the birth of the child.  

Yeah right.  She knew he was married. 

But my question is WHY NOW?  The answer to that question is that she is seein’ Tiger Woo’s booty-calls gettin’ breaded, and she wanna be breaded too.  

This man is a public figure, a regular on CSI: Miami.  He starred in The Young and the Restless, Baywatch Nights, Sunset Beach.  I’ sure there were pics of him and his family, him and his wifey at various events and openings… This biatch is lyin.  There is no way she could have NOT KNOWN this man was married…   And that’s the reason she is steppin’ to the mike.     Otherwise, what is there to tell? 

This was 3 years ago.  Why is she ’comin’  clean now?   The pay-day effect.  Like I said, Tiger’s Trick Parade is gettin’  paid off, and she wants her piece of that pie,  if she have to cut it herself.   And she was just gushin’ over John Mayer this past April…  (These broads seem so fickle.)  

::Eddie's piece::

So what is her reason for this sudden outburst?  “I just wanted to get my side out there. I know this could come off as, ‘I’m an idiot who was dating a married guy,’ but…,it hurts.   It sucks.   But what can you do?” 

Sit the fluck down and shut up!  Thats what you can do.  NOBODY cares about this, “idiot who was datin’  a married guy”.     Where are all these emotions comin’ from after all this time, anyway?  

But – SO WHAT?   Who cares?  That was in the past-3 years ago.  He and wifey are over, so this info shouldnt matter to her at all in light of things as they are now.   All this should mean to her is that he really was a dirty dog, and she’s well rid of him.  And as long as he aint cheatin’ on Lee Anne, SHE dont give a dayumm either.  

I wonder who’s next in The Trick Parade…