Is it ancient history yet? Jan. 27, 2013

 


Sometimes you have to let things play themselves out, letting the inevitable happen.

She and RR have aligned themselves so firmly with the Virgin Mayor, his fate becomes their fate – whatever that may be.

Why her objectives might not be perfectly in sync with RR’s, if the Virgin Mayor survives his legal challenges, then the two of them will survive as well.

But there are other possible outcomes that may leave the Virgin Mayor untouched, while they could be cast aside by other power brokers, who have their own agenda when it comes to the Virgin Mayor.

If the Virgin Mayor cuts a deal to get out of his legal trouble, he may be forced to resign and leave them unprotected

If he fails or resigns, then it is possible she and RR will simply walk away and find someone else to attach themselves to.

Again, Joey D seems the most logical choice for her.

The question is: what do each of them want to get out of all this.

RR clearly wants his job back as a cop. But if not possible, then he’ll settle for any job of importance – possibly director of the parking authority. But even if the Virgin Mayor survives, RR might not be able to hold the job, since he faces competition.

She, on the other hand, is ambition in a different way. Her latching onto the Virgin Mayor was a move of desperation. But it’s not her end game. This is just another stepping stone to something better.

I can’t see her being satisfied remaining as RR’s sidekick. She’ll want a position of her own.

My guess is that she’s already made plans to move on, whether or not the Virgin Mayor survives. Perhaps she really is trying to get into TV somewhere, perhaps using her friendship with the Manzo brothers. Could she become the next Housewife of New Jersey?

For me, survival mean waiting for her and RR to go their separate ways. She has already been tied to him longer than she has most of the men and women she’s been with (except her ex).

If she takes up with Joey D, this whole mess from the last year will fade into ancient history.

 

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