Really, Mr. Letterman

You gotta hand it to David Letterman. Not many celebrities would have the chutzpah or cahones (ka-ho-nays read balls) to go on national TV, let alone on his own show, and admit what he admitted. In case you haven’t followed it all, he told us he’d had sex with women who worked on his staff, very much a no-no in business, though often done. Then, he told us he was being blackmailed by a producer from CBS. It all hit the news the next morning, but not with the explosion it could have, had we all found out from some sly spy.

Yes, Letterman played the right cards. He will most likely end up with a major slap on the wrist, but he won’t lose his show or most of his large following.

Ironically, the blackmailer, through his lawyer, is now claiming that we haven’t heard even half the story yet. He’s threatening to tell all. He is trying to play the victim. Well, good luck, fella! Letterman will ultimately win this whole thing and come out smelling like a somewhat dusty rose.

No matter what you think of David Letterman’s antics, you can’t fault him for jumping out to take the lead in his own scandal. If you watched the cameras pan the audience during his several confessions, you noticed that even the women were applauding, laughing, smiling, and nodding approval. Go figure.

I’m not so certain that Conan O’Brien of Jimmy Fallon or Oprah or Regis or Rachel Ray or any of the rest would have had the nerve—and the foresight—to do what Mr. Letterman did. He pulled off a real coup.

Sinner or not, he will still be my late night choice. I remain a fan.

More power to you, Dave!