Spitzer Gets Off
We all know–with probably more sordid details yet to come–how the “Luv Gov” got off on importing that skanky Girls Gone Wild chick Ashley (or whatever her name was) for some unprotected sex in a Washington hotel room before he made his way to Capitol Hill for some boring hearing. It’s still amazing that in this day and age of cell phone video cameras and clerks cashing in stories they sell to the tabloids he managed to get away with all his patronage of the Emporer’s VIP Club until he did himself in with suspicous wire transfers. Because the Spitz threw in the towel so quickly, he also got himself out of charges he would have faced in the so-called Choppergate affair, the one where he tried to embarass a political rival by using the NY state police to track the guy’s travels. (If only that guy, state senator Joseph Bruno, would have turned the tables, this story would have broken months ago.) Had Spitzer suck, I mean stuck around Albany, he would have faced a grand jury. He still hasn’t had the balls to show his face anywhere. Poor Silda. Hopefully has him bound and gagged in a dark corner somewhere as punishment, but if history is any indication–look at recent sex scandals involving Bill C., Charlie Sheen, Pat O’Brien or Bill O’Reilly–he’ll be out and about and announcing a book deal any day now.
