Thanks to Quicksilver Messenger Service for that line. 'Course they were singing about nuclear conflagration, not about getting caught with your willie in the wrong place.
But I imagine it feels a little like nuclear war in the Spitzer household about now.
What is it about power that makes men so stupid? Especially when they bank their careers on fighting crime and immorality like Spitzer did.
Seems like Big Eliot was letting Little Eliot do his thinking for him.
Dr. Laura blamed the wife. (Does Dr. Laura have a license? Why hasn't it been taken away from her?) Sure doc. I can see it now:
(Scene: the Spitzer household)
Eliot: C'mon baby, how about it?
Silda: "Naw, I got a headache. Why don't you go out and find a whore?"
I guess he thought that when you pay upwards of 4 grand to have sex that you're not really exploiting anyone. I suppose it's possible that the woman enjoyed her work, wasn't coerced in any way, but it was still illegal and he is (hopefully soon, was) a governor. Besides, turning a blind eye to the happy 4 thou hookers just makes it easier to ignore the very unhappy and basically enslaved $40 hookers.
I feel sorriest for the daughters. He could have thought of them and the trust they have in him. Had in him.
Aargh. Just when you think it can't get any worse—by which I mean more stupid—there it goes.
In the meantime, both Hillary and Obama are showing some strain. Hillary is making noises about the big O being her VP. Uh huh.
"Say, Barack, now that you have more delegates than me, how about announcing you'd like to be my Vice-President? "
"Why, that's a damn good idea Hillary, thanks for asking."
It would be a gender-inclusive Mutt and Jeff team.
They are both cutting each other down and claiming a broader electorate, Meanwhile Johnny Mac is sitting by with his nomination wrapped up and enjoying the show. I'm having nightmares about Bush Redux being in the Whitehouse.
It's getting into mud season, even tho there's lots of snow up here in the hills. The ground is doing it's seasonal stretching and shifting about, with the result that the roads are falling apart again. Didn't the Roman roads last for hundreds of years? They must not have frost heaves in Italy. I read that they use old tires to make the blacktop we make roads out of. Seems to me if they used enough rubber the roads would just stretch with the frost heaves and we'd all be happier. No ruined tires, no waiting on road repair all summer long.
Maybe with more rubber in the road surface we'd get a little extra bounce in our drive, save some gas. If this idea takes off, you heard it here first. I'll need witnesses when I file my intellectual-property theft suit.
I've been busy and not posting for a week. God, it feels good to complain again!
T-t-t-that's all folks.