Como todo republicano careta, o Governador da Carolina do Sul, Mark Samford, tinha seu esqueleto no armário. No caso dele, um affair extraconjugal com Maria Belen Chapur, uma jornalista argentina.

O causo foi descoberto porque quando Maria Chapur envolveu-se com Samford, namorava um outro sujeito.  O sujeito, porém, vigiava os e-mails da namorada e, ao descobrir que era corneado, enviou-os para um jornal norte-americano.  E pimba.

Até aí, enfim, tudo bem, mas o curioso mesmo é como o Brasil teima em se envolver com os escândalos de governadores norte-americanos.  Pois os e-mails comprometedores foram escritos enquanto a mouça estava com o namorado em Ilhabela, no litoral paulista, ao que parece por causa de uma regata promovida pela Rolex:

From: Maria

Sent: Friday, July 04, 2008 4:26 PM

To: Mark Sanford

Subject: RE:

My beloved, (hope you also change the dearest …)

I’am (sic) reading your last two mails sitting outside with a great seaview here in Ilhabela, a beautiful island near Sao Paulo. Have been thinking of you while watching the beautiful blue sea (a) great part of my day and remembering with a great smile on my face, the time we had spent together. (…)”

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“From: Maria

Sent: Wednesday, July 09, 2008 8:14 PM

To: Mark Sanford

Subject: RE:

My love,

I decided to rent a car and went by myself to the other side of the Island where it is located one of the best hotels. It’s name is DPNY Hotel and I find it quite interesting. I had lunch there in a restaurant on the beach with great seaview. I sat under a palm and ate a mixed green salad with grilled abacaxi (pineapple) and honey. in the afternoon I sunbathe and read on the beach. I ve started here “The age of turbulence” from Alan Greenspan which I highly recomend (sic) you. At five I left back to the small town had a coffee with pao de queijo (cheese bread which is something tipycal (sic) from Brazl (sic) and it’s delicious) read some magazines, walked around and finally back to meu Pousada that is hotel.

In the Island is taking place the sailing week and Rolex competition and this was the reason for choosing the place and also why luckily I am most of the time by my own. It may sound bad but it’s how I feel it. As I told you I shouldn’t have done this trip but I would have felt worst if I wouldn’t have come because it was too over the date, he is a very nice guy, great heart … but unfortunately I am not in love with him …

Posso imaginar que ler uma coisa dessas é um golpe duro para qualquer sujeito, ainda mais um argentino.  Imagine, o cara lá, no veleiro, lutando contra os elementos, e a mulé mandando e-mails sebosos para o gringo.

Razão pela qual os vídeos no YouTube estão recebendo calorosas mensagens como essa:

Argentina is a ‘little Europe’ in South America!!! We dont want your fucking GreenCard, we don’t cross borders ILLEGALLY, we did not a VISA to enter USA. We are more than 5,000 fucking miles away, for God’s sake!!! THere are more Americans getting Argentine citizenship than the othe way round, fucking redneck!!!

WTF, redneck!!! We Argentineans have nothing to do with Mexicans!!! Argentina is a 97% White country, and we don’t even understand Mexicans when they speak since we speak different Spanish!!! Go to school, redneck!!!

Nada como uma boa putaria para fazer aflorar o lado mais obscuro das pessoas, não é mesmo?

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Um curioso artigo de Sanford, durante as eleições americanas.

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