Powerful married man gets involved with married woman.
Married woman number one (Paula Broadwell) sends off emails to married woman number two, telling her to feck off from her man.
Married woman number two (socialite and unpaid social liaison) receives emails, and in a veritable panic, calls her shirtless FBI man friend to find out what the hell is going on!
We can take a moment here. 
Shirtless FBI friend instigates an investigation into Petraeus and Paula Broadwell by the FBI, and is himself told to keep away from the investigation. He had sent a shirtless picture of himself to married woman number two (Jill Kelley). Conflict of interest?
Upon further investigation, it appears that married woman number two, has been participating in thousands of emails with a General John Allen, friend of Petraeus, over a period of two years.
Shirtless FBI agent (who hates President Obama), contacts Eric Cantor through an intermediary just before the election. Eric Cantor didn’t release the information until after the election.
What the hell is going on?
I decided to take more than just a moment right there…..
You and me both baby! Better than a fireman in a kilt! And that’s saying a lot….
Get a grip! Calm down…
Jeebus, whatever happened to Bob Hope’s plan to entertain the troops?
LOL!!!!
Wonder if McCain, will get caught up in this shit? For such a ‘talking head’ he’s sure been quiet.
Sounds like Todd Palin territory!
Succinct as always, Irishgirl. I love the way you cut straight to the chase!
Would post more but am still busy examining the shirtless FBI guy (as is sleuth. We can share…..).
Be still my heart………sigh.
Even I like pauses in the narrative. I may be old, but not blind!
Good Job!
And to think it all started over the merits of eating an innocous ‘Lebanon Bologna’ sandwich.
Maybe I’m getting too old but all I see when I look at the shirtless man is a very definite titscrepancy,
Oh dear, you are right!
I think it’s an optical illusion cause by the rippling effects of water flowing over a curved object. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Perhaps he’s a volunteer fireman who plays the bagpipes in his local neighborhood on Friday nights at the local pub. I may be wrong, but will keep the girls interested in this James Bond novella.
Beats two old guys drooling over a couple of young chicks! Levels the playing field, so to say, eh? To quote Irishgirl, “Giggle”! 
Now I just feel silly. Of course, his left pec is more developed from squeezing the bag while piping “Come awa’ my bonnie lassie” – or maybe it should be lassies?
We can all relax. Apparently it’s all A-OK with the family values folks. Pat Robertson says so -
“she’s an extremely good-looking woman…The man’s off in a foreign land and he’s lonely and here’s a good-looking lady throwing herself at him. He’s a man.”
I guess it must just be an offense in the eyes of the Lord when “she” is on plain side….?
http://firedoglake.com/2012/11/13/late-night-rhymes-with-betray-us-but-pat-robertson-says-its-okay-its-who-you-know/
It seems that no one knows how to behave anymore.