It is with great dismay that the Emperor has learned of the fall of the Great Tiger. When the story first broke it seemed odd at first that he would be driving his automobile into objects in his neighborhood at 2:30 in the morning. Later, when the incident was tied to a story about an affair it seemed to be a little more understandable and, somewhat, mundane. The Great Tiger at first claimed innocence and requested privacy. Soon, however, his many concubines began to emerge from the shadows and the story entered a new phase. It was no longer merely a case of rare sexual indiscretion by an otherwise chaste man on a sweaty night in Orlando; it turned out to be the full blown, long-term, serial, sex campaign of a man who had lost all sense of personal dignity. His cries of innocence and privacy now ring hollow in the wake of his huge fall from grace. If he had stayed single and carried on like a rutting moose no one would have paid him any attention other than to admire him. However, he married and had children. His wife, a beautiful woman, has been cruelly betrayed by a man who let his great wealth and fame turn him into a monster. He has sacrificed his family on the alter of personal pleasure. The Emperor suspects that the star of the Great Tiger will never shine again and he will forever be the butt of jokes on late-night television and circulating e-mail messages. The Emperor, alas, has no sympathy for a man who had everything and threw it away on cheap sexual pleasure. He deserves his fate.
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