Oh, how we wanted to believe former U.S. Sen. John Ensign. His silver hair spoke of experience, his fatherly demeanor calmed us, his spirituality … well, that was kind of creepy. Remember the talk of presidential aspirations? The next thing we knew, the Republican’s spiritual adviser had to call him at a motel—where Ensign was communing with his best friend’s wife—to tell him to put his pants on and go home. Oh, and that $96,000 “gift” to said buddy and promises of a job did not fill us with reverence. Like Momma always said, if something (or someone) seems too good to be true, it (or he) probably is.