I’ve about had it with people passing the buck and failing to take ownership of their own actions. If I make a mistake or make an error in judgment, I try to own up to it and apologize – oh, and yeah, I try not to do it again.

The latest news scoop is that Jesse James, the adultererizing and philandering husband to Sandra Bullock is now in sex rehab. Cry me a river, Jesse. I hope Sandra files those divorce papers.

Sex rehab won’t solve anything. Sex rehab…what the heck is that anyway!!?? People are human and humans have sex drives. That’s why and how we have little kids running around. There’s no therapy that cures (or should cure) a desire to have sex. A desire for sex is natural and it’s good.

What there ought to be is ego-centric, narcissism therapy. That’s what causes Jesse James and others to cheat. It’s a complete and utter disregard for one’s significant other and for the bonds between them. It’s a belief in one’s self that only the royal “I” am capable of making myself entirely happy and the person that I am with presently simply isn’t enough.

The absurdity of the passing of the buck in issues such as these gets highlighted by a new article in Vanity Fair. In it, the magazine features a 14-page spread on what it most-inappropriately calls, “The Temptation of Tiger Woods.” First, obviously, I hate the title. It haphazardly borrows on religious themes and attempts to draw a parallel between the messianic figure that once was Tiger Woods to the golfing community. Tiger may be a tragic hero, but a messiah he is surely not. Second, it wasn’t temptation—it was pure hedonistic egoism that brought about Tiger’s shame. Let’s not kid ourselves, Tiger knew what he was doing—he knew it was wrong—and he did it anyway. No one forced him to stick his little fishing rod into any lake. Get the picture?

No one forced Tiger to go fishing. Not even Michael Jordan. Or so the Vanity Fair article would have you believe. In fact, the article brazenly claims that Michael Jordan enabled Tiger’s behavior.

Give me a break.

The details are such: it all began with a blackjack table in Las Vegas with Michael Jordan and Charles Barkley (remember him—the overweight basketball retiree who was recently pulled over for soliciting a lady of the night with an insatiable oral fixation?).

The article states that Woods advisors “warned” him about Jordan. Perhaps they ought to have warned him about cheating with countless women and with basically acting like an unattached rabid dog in heat.  That possibly would have been more effective.

Apparently the advisers told him that Jordan had nothing to offer him. Tiger, of course, ignored such empty advice and proceeded to play blackjack with his amigos at the MGM Grand’s VIP casino.

Regardless of whether Tiger only gambled with Michael or hung out with him and his female entourage or worse, was solicited by women that flocked around Michael, no one is to blame except Tiger. Sure, our friends influence all of us, but it’s ultimately our own free will and volition that makes us do or not do something. No one held a gun to Tiger’s head and forced him to do anything he did. The bottom line is that he never thought he would get caught—he thought he was invincible. Too bad for his wife and children that he was dead wrong.