San Francisco Attorney Claims "an Affair with Barbara Boxer"

A South Carolina political blogger claimed he had an affair with Nikki Haley, the Tea Party pick for SC governor.  Some skeptics think the political blogger, Will Folks, just made the whole thing up to skewer Haley's chance for election.  After all, Will Folks is as ugly as a mud fence and Nikki Haley is a hot chick.

In your dreams, Will.

Now, however, we learn of a real, an actual controversy right here in San Francisco.  Psota, possibly the only conservative attorney in San Francisco, has revealed his multiple affairs with prominent Democrat women, including Nancy Pelosi and Barbara Boxer.  Shocking!  And purely coincidental that Psota's revelations come so close to the re-election efforts of these brazen hussies.

Okay, I hate to jump on the bandwagon, but I too had an affair with Barbara Boxer. When Babs and I had our inappropriate physical relationship (and dang, that whip really hurt), I called her "sugar-pie honey bun" while in the throes of passion. I was stunned when she replied, "Please call me Senator, I worked so hard for that designation."

Thanks for coming clean, Psota.  Do I hear Simon and Garfunkel singing in the background?  So here's to you, Mrs. Robinson....

Synthetic Sex: Will Your Daughter-in-Law be a Robot?

This is truly pathetic.  Some company in New Jersey (where else) has invented "the world's first sex robot."  It is a fake woman with realistic skin, facial features, eyes, hair and other unmentionables.  Now women don't have to fake orgasms as the whole woman will be fake, so nobody cares.

Those of us who are hoping our last remaining son will get married and start a family have a new threat:  a robot for a daughter-in-law.  Unless the robot can produce live grandchildren, that will be cold comfort.  Hmm, not to fear, the company, True Companion LLC, can just do a follow up line of fake grandchildren.  They will spill milk, scatter cookie crumbs and break things by remote control.  When they get tiresome you can just switch them off.

In any case, think of the possibilities.  The world's biggest Nerd can now get a date.  (Not me, I retired from the dating scene years ago.)  It will no longer be necessary to attain social skills, to carry on a conversation, to learn table manners, or even to clean your fingernails.  Just plug her in and she's ready to go.  If she gets bitchy, just reboot.

This all reminds me of an old Yul Brynner movie, "West World," that came out around 1973.  Vacationers to a high tech amusement park could make love to sexy robot women in a cowboy setting.  Of course, high tech things have to be programmed and programs have bugs, and there's nothing worse than a pissed-off, turbo-charged robot...