Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Old School Scandal

Monday's revelations about the exciting extracurricular life of New York Governor Eliot Spitzer cheered me up immensely. With all the talk of "change" this election season, it's good to know we can count on at least some of our highest elected officials to act like complete creeps.

Frankly, I don't trust a pol unless he's bent in some way. I want a governor (or senator or congressman), not a saint.

Barack Obama is a Depression-era socialist with a web site, but I'd be a lot happier about it if it turns out he really did get a sweetheart deal on his house from that developer guy, Resko.

And if we could get a few stories about Obama's dealings coming up in the rough and tumble world of the Daley machine in Chicago, it would inspire far more confidence than babbling about change, interrupted only by calls for the medics to haul out another swooning ninny. Anybody who can survive Chicago city politics shouldn't have too much trouble telling the Iranians to calm the hell down or else.

Mrs. Evil (aka Senator Clinton) - well, where do you start? Shady land deals, shady stock deals, the bimbo eruption squad, blah blah blah. She sure knows how to squirm out of trouble, though, and I have to admire that.

But ol' Spitzer kinda blew everybody out of the water with the hookers and whatnot. Now that's Old School corruption - pure lust, with a generous side helping of hypocrisy. No ideology involved.

How refreshing.


New Yorkers can take some small solace in the fact that El Spitzo did things in a high-dollar manner. He didn't pay his temporary consort in crack, like Phil Giordano of Waterbury, or put the lady on the state payroll, like Jim McGreevey of New Jersey.

Or take advantage of a dumb intern, like William J. Clinton

If you're going to be a creep, do it right.

And the over/under on how fast this escapade appears, in suitably altered fashion, on one of the Law & Order shows? Six weeks.

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