Are supposed friendships [if such an entity is even possible] between middle-aged white guys to be trusted? I think not.
We have already witnessed so many meltdowns in the form of tell-alls of previous relationships between, say, John Edwards and Andrew Young, and Eliot Spitzer and Lloyd Constantine. Interestingly, all in the loop are lawyers.
White guys - think Al Gore's alleged sexual activities - seem to have particular difficulties when they hit those middle years. At that point, it might be wise for all concerned to put emotional distance between themselves and those other geezers they used to confide in. Had they done that there might never have been those tell-alls such as THE POLITICIAN and JOURNAL OF THE PLAGUE YEAR.
More on JOURNAL OF THE PLAGUE YEAR. This week I received an email from Constantine's law firm Constantine/Cannon LLP, in Manhattan. The worker bee there Melanie Martorell informed me that Constantine is writing an article on the publicity for his expose and my postings on my blogs are supposed to figure prominently in that deconstruction. And, by the way, could I go into my four blogs and retrieve for Mr. Constantine the March 4th post on the book. I informed Ms. Martorell she knows how to do that herself.
I wonder what further signs of ambivalence in a man-on-man relationship we might find in Constantine's article. Me? In this age of social media when we create our own personal brand, why should I care in the least if I figure prominently or not prominently in someone else's exhaust fumes.
Meanwhile, until the article is published, I am heading to New Jersey, where I grew up, to attempt to help gov and identify Russian spies.