You just can't make this stuff up

Hmmmm….­­political advisor Robert Steinbuch doesn’t want the sordid details of his sex life splashed about for all to see on his lover’s blog, circa 2004. So what does he do? He files a lawsuit against the writer, then known as Washingtonienne, more properly known as Jessica Cutler, asking for $20 million in damages.

Now I know that the proper path to power in Washington, D.C. is an undergraduate degree in stupid with additional coursework in ignorant arrogance, but this is rarified territory even in the land of the perpetually pandering. By filing a lawsuit to recover perceived damages from a violation of his amorous privacy, when a trial is guaranteed to spread those salacious details to every man, woman and child on the planet, the Bobster has distanced himself from the pack of also-rans in the Grand Prix de Knuckleheads.

It is certainly fitting that Steinbuch was an advisor to our own soon-to-be-gone-but-not-lamented Sen. Mike DeWine (R{sorta}-OH). It’s also ironic that he has taken up teaching in Arkansas, almost as famous as West Virginia for its steely refusal to overvalue education.

It’s been TWO YEARS Bobster…anyone with a couple of brain cells to rub together will tell you that if you were truly interested in your privacy, you’d quietly withdraw from this suit and hope never to hear the word “Washingtonienne” again. Thankfully for the Jerry Springer-watching crowd, however, it looks like the Bobster is going to stand up for all those Washington insiders who have had their exploits…exploited.

From the story:

“…Cutler called him the "current favorite" and said he resembled George Clooney, liked spanking and disliked condoms. "He's very upfront about sex," she wrote. "He likes talking dirty and stuff, and he told me that he likes submissive women."

My advice, Bob, is to cut and run You think you were violated by the initial disclosures? Just wait until the expert witnesses hit the stand during the trial, analyzing your hanky panky with spanky spanky. It’s like watching a long anticipated slip and fall on a banana peel…you’d like to follow your higher instincts and avert your eyes from this misfortune of your fellow human, but it’s just too damn funny.