b-b for Gov.

S.C. Governor Sanford took last week off to have an affair. You're no longer considered fit for national office without at least one tear-filled public confession. ( glycerin makes the best tears, it stays shiny under hot lights and doesn't leave metadata like Photoshop ) That his walkabout was noticed on the first or second day impressed me. Here in S.F., brylcreem-boy ( Mayor Gavin Newsom ) has been M.I.A. since he decided to run for the governorship of California last year, and nobody gives a darn. Our mayor, with the help of the Circus of Supervisors, took the self-congratulatory green bicycle of City government and peddled that sucker straight into a tree. Now he's touring the rubber chicken circuit, asking the swells ( gee, thanks for that posh introduction, Mr. Getty ) to provide him a new entitlement. Granted, we occasionally see a picture of b-b sitting at a desk looking sober for the camera, but thankfully he's just pretending to work. Posing for office is about the only skill he has.