Very good read:
The Greeks had it right - it's called hubris.
Posted on 03/12/2008 3:05:59 PM PDT by Syncro
WHOREABLE BEHAVIOR
March 12, 2008
This is a disaster for Hillary Clinton.
According to the wiretaps, New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer was delighted to be getting the prostitute "Kristen" again. At least he knew her name. It took Monica Lewinsky's boyfriend six sexual encounters to remember her name (raising his lifetime average to 8.2).
You know that queasy feeling you get thinking about Bill Clinton back in the White House again? Now you remember why. Hillary Clinton couldn't feel worse about the Spitzer case if she were an actual New Yorker.
Proving that Karl Marx got everything wrong -- more bad news for Hillary -- history is indeed repeating itself, but, contra Marx, the first time as farce, the second time as tragedy. Clinton's scandal was hilarious; Spitzer's is just depressing.
Most people outside of New York can't grasp the enormity of Spitzer's political free fall.
Eliot Spitzer was the golden boy with an absolutely charmed life. His parents were the children of Jewish immigrants, who created a Ralph Lauren lifestyle for their children.
Spitzer's father made half a billion dollars in New York real estate and raised three high-achieving children -- two lawyers and a neurosurgeon. In a family like that, becoming governor of New York makes you the black sheep.
Spitzer went to the best schools -- Horace Mann, Princeton and Harvard Law School. He must have written some good papers.
He lives at the perfect address (Fifth Avenue and 79th St.) with his perfect Harvard Law School-educated Southern Baptist wife -- whose parents must be telling her they told her so right about now -- and their three perfect daughters. (Admittedly, the apartment is a gift from Dad: A mere top-flight education doesn't get you an apartment overlooking Central Park.)
And now Spitzer's entire anal-retentive, good paper-writing life has collapsed in the horrifying image of a frenzied masturbator. This is the most complete coup de grace imaginable, short of an assassin's bullet.
Spitzer's life is ruined. It doesn't matter if he has defenders who will wail, "It's his private life!" It doesn't matter if he fights the charges. It doesn't matter if this was a political prosecution. As Talleyrand said: "It's worse than a crime; it's a blunder."
Eliot Spitzer, Harvard Law graduate and Fifth Avenue denizen, is forevermore: "Client No. 9."
Forget about his career -- those around him better have him on suicide watch. Dudley Do-Right is on tape in a white-knuckle negotiation with pimps about payment for a prostitute. (Let's just be thankful that there's no anti-Semitic expression for Jews haggling about money.)
No one will ever be able to look him in the eye again. How can Spitzer hold a press conference when reporters won't stop giggling at him?
Spitzer can't go to the restaurants he used to frequent. He can't go to the Whitney Museum near his apartment. He can't go to track meets at his daughters' expensive private school. He can't show his face in public.
The golden boy's disgrace is deep and subliminal; it can't be expunged.
One shudders to imagine the sepulchral gloom pervading the Spitzer home this week. At least Hillary would liven the place up with some lamp-throwing.
Whatever Spitzer's flaws, he was a pristine product of wealth and attainment. And he threw away a star-studded life of accomplishment in a wanton, reckless pursuit of sex with prostitutes.
There's no prettifying what Spitzer has done. The Web site of the "Emperors Club VIP" whorehouse patronized by Spitzer heroically claims the prostitutes -- or "models" -- are chosen for their "level of education, family background, intelligence, personality."
One can almost hear the typical John, heavy-breathing into the phone: "And this one you call 'Busty Betty' -- does she come from a good family? Parents still together? What church do they attend?"
Surprising no one, police wiretaps indicate that the "models" were semi-literate, could not learn to swipe a credit card and seemed invariably to be on drugs. That's what you get for $2,000 an hour in this charming business.
After one prostitute missed an appointment and left a "crazy" text message for one of her pimps, the procurer remarks that the girl is on drugs. It seems, the procurer adds, "a lot of these girls deteriorate to this point."
Behold the "victimless" crime of prostitution. Hard to believe these girls would turn to drugs. Having sex with strangers for money, nothing to live for ... just thinking about it makes me want to take drugs.
It's absurd to talk about Spitzer's problem being "hypocrisy" -- as if everything would be fine if only he had previously advocated legalized prostitution.
Read more at AnnCoulter.Com
Were you told why? Maybe dupes.
The new abbreviation (since the 80's :-) is AR, but the old one was Ark. With the period. Like "Calif." and "Penna."
I agree with you. Silda, by all accounts, is a gold-digger. She was already engaged at harvard when she met Client #9, and dumped her steady for the richer path to stardom.
The more I learn about her the more I am inclined to agree with you.
If there is anyone deserving of sympathy and understanding, it would be the three daughters.
I thought she was actually married before meeting the Steamroller.
If he had any brains at all, he would have moved to NC with his NC wife and started his political career there. He could have been more moderate as a Dim from the South. And by the way, the last Dem president who was not a former Southern governor won 44 years ago.
But he did not have any brains as his fall shows. And he is a hypocrite.
Wish I had saved the thread - it’s on FR someplace...
The main thing is, the folks in Possum Trot would not have one-tenth of the trouble the national press has had, in figuring out that Bill Clinton is a cur dog who should not be trusted around anything female.
They probably could have figured out Eliot Spitzer as a pious fraud as well. Real people can spot phonies who thump the tub too much for their own claimed "virtue."
Besides, I live by choice in a small town (population 1,000 in the winter) called Highlands, NC. It could just as well be named Possum Trot. So, yes, I do resent Ann's cheap shot with her invented name.
Congressman Billybob
Seems he was certainly trying it with everything else.
AW, poor cheeseburger Ann, her candidate hillary is hurting.
>>What is a frenized masturbator, and how does Spitzer resemble one?
I can’t tell you because this is a family site and yes, he resembles one.
I was thinking that Clinton and Spitzer would have to repent in sackcloth and ashes to be worthy of living among the people in “Skunk Trot, Ark.”, and for a lot more reasons than sexual wrongdoing.
Very good read:
The Greeks had it right - it's called hubris.
Eliot remember to say, "I never had sex with that ho, er woman!"
"Eliot -- PHONE HO"
Thanks for the memories #9
Ok Elliot, who’s the steamroller, now!
That has to be the low point in an already snakebelly low sample of tasteless attack humor.
I thought you were a Christian, Ann. How about not piling on the wretch, how about writing nothing at all, and just feeling pity. Maybe say a prayer for a soul in darkness.
Ann continues to take my breath away. God, she can write.
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