I can guarantee that I'm having a better week than one Governor of New York. What is it with these guys? The only way I can wrap my head around the stupidity of shagging a $1000.00 an hour prostitute while projecting an image of "Mr. Clean," is to look at the ramifications (good word eh?) of what POWER can do to one's gazongas. What an aphrodisiac!
There seems to be a fine line between the power of being a revered leader, high up on the top pinnacle of success..........where everyone bows down TO you and listens to every word you utter AND the power of feeling infallible........where you lose complete sense of being a mere mortal. Do these people feel like they would never get caught, or is it that they thrive on the element of risk taking?
Just once, I'd like to see the spouse refuse to stand by their husband's side while they mutter through a spin doctored speech. I winced at the pain Silda Spitzer must have been enduring standing off to the side, head down............standing by her man. And, what about the three daughters? How do the women in this man's life endure from here on in? How do they deal with the shame splashed all over their lives?
If Spitzer was going to do anything to help this situation, resigning right away would've been the best next step. Instead, he is dragging his wounded family through even more muck and media attention while he makes a sorry attempt to retain his position.......one that he has most definately lost forever. When he eagerly signed up to be "Client 9," Eliot Spitzer decided he was just a man who couldn't say no.......over and over and over again.......pathetically dee-powered and phallible.
At least he has a few mentors to help him figure out his new career path.....Ted? Gary? Bill? Barney? Pastor Ted? Larry? David? You got yourself another player for your ball team.