The disappearance and reappearance and hopefully-soon re-disappearance of Gov. Mark Sanford is interesting only from the standpoint of how many people told how many layers of lies over the few days that this sordid, petty tale played out. This seems to be the rough sequence of statements issued about the Governor after his disappearance last Thursday.
Now, Sanford says he was on a tryst with an Argentine firecracker. There are two miles of industrial coastline to drive along in Buenos Aires. His wife kicked him out of the house and asked him not to come back, which would seem to mean he was separated from her.
And we learn (thank you, PW) that the affair goes back a year or so. Not to mention that his love prose is at least as schlocky as that of the rest of us and probably more so.
His wife was lying. His staff was lying. The state police were probably telling the truth. The federal agent was probably telling the truth.
I would bet that Sanford is lying even still. If he hadn’t been caught at the airport, I’m sure he would be.
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Update 2: from Thomas Kaplan of Vanity Fair:
Sanford brought his unique brand of fiscal conservatism back to South Carolina in 2003 when he became governor. The next year, the Republican-led state House overrode 105 of his 106 budget vetoes. In response, Sanford stormed into the statehouse carrying two piglets to protest what he called pork-barrel spending. It seemed like a good photo-op—until the piglets defecated on him, at which point it became a great photo-op.
Sounds like the piglets knew who brung ‘em.
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Update 3: La Nacion has identified the lady as Maria Belen Chapur, “a Buenos Aires executive.” Evidently, she worked as a reporter around the time of 9/11. I’m sorry for her teenage sons, for whom this has got to be slightly worse than death.








