The Spitzer Pig-Pile

It's simply not possible to turn on AM radio or a television newschannel these days without hearing about Eliot Spitzer.

[The sitting Governor of New York was just busted for diddling prostitutes - for a decade!]

So why exactly is the uproar so deafening? Who knows. I've always held the business-bashing scumbag in the highest contempt so my glee should be expected. But there's a popular pile-on including those less acquainted with Spitzer's treachery.

Sure we have the gross, naked hypocrisy of a holier-than-thou prosecutor.

Then we have the prodigious dollar amounts Spitzer spent on wetting his whistle. The public, mostly all strapped to tight family budgets, never does appreciate disgusting wastes of money - at least when they aren't sheltered from the truth. Just overpay an error-prone professional shortstop and watch the fireworks fly...

There's also the pure stupidity of Spitzer's subterfuge. You'd think a legal professional would understand that wiring thousands of dollars leaves an indelible paper trail. Everyone loves to denounce a Moron; it's a fail-safe prescription for improved self-esteem (even effective for Morons themselves!).

I don't really like to address topics like these on my blog so I'll make this quick.

The reason I loathe Eliot Spitzer is simple. His ascendancy really depressed me. The fact that New York, the hub of free market capitalism, could rally behind and elect an inveterate business-basher doesn't bode well for this country. If New Yorkers can't grasp the damage wrought by the likes of Spitzer's corporate persecution, then how can we expect the rest of America to? Eliot's rise was a veritable middle finger to productive America; and it spawned a spate of mimics like Massachusetts' William Galvin.



This morning I saw a headline,

"Spitzer's Wife Urges Him Not To Resign".

Go figure.

Her intractability has obviously been a problem for a while.