LOVE POTION NUMBER NINE
"I took my troubles down to Madame Rue
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion Number NineI told her that I was a flop with chics
I've been this way since 1956
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
She said "What you need is Love Potion Number Nine"....I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissin' everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine"
Well, Wall Street is undoubtedly popping champagne over this news. The irony is inescapable, of course:
What was that sound? That was the sound of the thud of Eliot Spitzer’s career falling off the Empire State Building.
And for the political bomb shell of the day..the Governor of New York, Democrat Eliot Spitzer, has been linked to a prostitution ring, this is going to leave a political mark. Eliot Spitzer has been identified as “Client 9” in “Hooker-gate”. Not just any “hookergate, but a $5500 per hour hookergate
The danger politicians face in building their public persona on an image of crusading morality is that it can take the emergence of just one small flaw to bring it all crashing down. Eliot Spitzer, in ways that stunned his supporters and delighted his enemies, obliterated his reputation and most probably his career with a heck of a lot more than that.
Mr. Spitzer, the Democratic governor of New York and one-time prosecutor who purported to stand up for the little guy by battling greed on Wall Street, has been caught using an expensive prostitution ring and hiding the money to pay for it through potentially illegal means, according to federal investigators. Law-enforcement officials tell the New York Times his involvement emerged in court papers filed last week that charged four people with operating Emperor's Club V.I.P., and that a federal wiretap caught him discussing payments and a visit from a prostitute working for the service. Citing a federal complaint and two lawyers familiar with the case, The Wall Street Journal says Mr. Spitzer is accused of paying the prostitute $4,300 for the tryst in a Washington hotel -- during a trip to testify on Capitol Hill about the bond-insurance crisis.
NY Newsday: Sources: Eliot Spitzer nears resignation
The rich and ultrarich are used to getting extra service for their extra dollars -- and that holds when it comes to prostitutes.
Eliot Spitzer met with a high-priced prostitute have shined a fresh light on the most expensive side of the world's oldest profession. Spitzer has been linked to the Emperor's Club, an alleged prostitution operation that charged up to $5,500 an hour for one of its prostitutes. Spitzer allegedly spent $4,300 for the services of a prostitute who met the governor in a Washington D.C., hotel room the night before he was scheduled to testify before Congress on the state of the bond industry.
What do high-end prostitution operations offer that a street-corner working girl might not?
Former Hollywood Madam Heidi Fleiss told ABC News that for rich, busy men, the convenience and predictability of using expensive prostitution rings are worth the price.
NY Times: Spitzer Allegations Send Wave of Shock
By JAMES BARRON
Published: March 11, 2008
Much of the public reaction to Empire State governor Eliot Spitzer’s alleged involvement with Emperors Club prostitutes has focused on rich irony. After all, in his previous role as New York’s attorney general, Spitzer had prosecuted upscale escort services, in addition to his higher-profile campaigns against Wall Street fraud and corruption. Spitzer cultivated an image of himself as a White Knight — a champion against vices both fiscal and physical. But a close look at his public record reveals a man who has become used to the abuse of power — comfortable with the idea of being a law unto himself. Those whom Eliot Spitzer has sought to ruin publicly to serve his political ends — and there are more than a few — doubtless see no irony, no incongruity, in his having allegedly broken the laws he swore to uphold.
Never marry a politician. Your life will be a living hell. At best, you'll have to sit through the same dreary speech a thousand times and try to look enthusiastic. At worst, you'll have to stand by his side being publicly humiliated as the son of a bitch tries to save his career - the moment after he's wrecked your family's life.
That's what happened to Silda Wall Spitzer yesterday. As her husband, the Governor of New York, made a fleeting public appearance to apologize for his conduct - something about a meeting with a high-priced hooker - she assumed the standard position, one step back and to the side. She avoided eye contact. She looked like hell. She looked as if she hadn't slept in days. It was a stalwart performance, considering that she probably wanted to tear him limb from limb.
But it isn't just the cheating she's got to swallow. It's the hypocrisy, the recklessness and the phenomenal stupidity of it all. Eliot (Ness) Spitzer built his career on being Mr. Clean. He was the sheriff of Wall Street...Mr. Spitzer also busted up several prostitution rings, which he denounced with great revulsion. He was elected governor on a platform of moral rectitude, and he knows more than most people about wiretaps. Yet, that's what appears to have ensnared him - a wiretap sting in which he was identified as Client 9. Pretty pathetic for a guy who's been to Harvard Law School, which, incidentally, was also where he met his brilliant and accomplished wife.
Time/CNN: The Spitzer Scandal: Lust Plus Pride
Monday, Mar. 10, 2008 By NATHAN THORNBURGH
On a day of heavy ironies for one of America's most prominent and promising politicians, there was this: the prostitution ring that New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer allegedly patronized was called the Emperors Club VIP. It was the governor's own imperial mien, after all, that will make this fall from grace particularly bruising.
It was, in many ways, a Jimmy Swaggart moment for New York state: the sloppy fall of a man known for his uprightness, his starched shirts (white shirts everyday), and the vigorous adjectives he reserved for those deemed less righteous
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