This is Why...

I'm so goddamn depressed:

NEW YORK (AP) -- The estranged wife of South Carolina Gov. Mark Sanford is writing a memoir.

Ballantine Books, an imprint of Random House Inc., said Tuesday it will publish Jenny Sanford's "inspirational memoir" in May 2010.

The publisher says Sanford "will grapple with the universal issue of maintaining integrity and a sense of self during life's difficult times."

The book is currently untitled, and financial terms were not disclosed.

Mark Sanford was once a rising star in the Republican Party. He acknowledged in June that he had a yearlong affair with an Argentine woman he called his soul mate.

Jenny Sanford moved out of the governor's mansion in August, but she and her husband have said they're trying to repair their marriage.

For every piece of worthless crap like this—and the faeces dropping from the likes of Glenn Beck—as many as five worthwhile books won't see publication.

To be fair, it isn't Jenny Sanford's fault. Much as I'd like to blame him, it isn't even Beck's fault. No, good reader (I know there's one of you out there), the blame falls squarely upon the shoulders of we, the people, and our seemingly insatiable appetite for salaciousness. Not to mention political incoherence.

And the bad news is, there's no end in sight.