Friday, March 14. 2008
Eliot Spitzer …
First of all, what he engaged in is not wrong; prostitution should not be a crime. What’s wrong with paying someone for sex? Of course, religious fanatics will get righteous about it being a sin, but this is allegedly a free country, with a wall of separation between church and state. Some under-fucked feminists will wax energetic about child slavery, sexual slavery, and the subjugation of women as a result of prostitution, none of which would be relevant if sex between consenting adults was legal and the business could be properly regulated like the legal industries in this country.
So, some industrious people will now go to jail and because a sitting governor was one of their clients they will likely get stiffer (pun intended) sentences than if their clients were only the titans of industry. What a waste of our tax dollars.
On the other hand, Spitzer won the governorship based on his law-n-order reputation as a prosecutor — hypocrisy rises again in the halls of government! What a surprise! Were he the prosecutor, it is likely he would be looking to A) make as big of headlines as possible while decrying the decline of morality so he could run for governor, and B) push for the harshest possible sentences so the voters could see what a hard line, law-n-order guy he is.
Guess one can’t get elected unless one proves her (or she) is an asshole.
And of course if the political figure were a Republican governor — or any other prominent Republican — his righteous indignation at the criminality and all the ills associated with the illegal sex between consenting adults trade, you know he would not be satisfied with the Republican’s sincere remorsefulness for his actions.
It isn’t the crime — it’s never the crime — with politicians; it’s the “gotcha” of the situation. But there does appear to be a double standard when it comes to the two parties. Former Florida congressman Mark Foley has yet to answer for his alleged crimes.
If you recall, he was getting it on with underage male congressional pages.
Idaho Senator Larry Craig is still a member of the Senate after his brush (pun intended) with the law in a Minneapolis airport men’s room.
Craig is the devoutly anti-gay politician who was caught soliciting sex in the stalls of the airport men’s room. He did so by rubbing his foot against the foot of the man in the stall next to his. That man turned out to be an under cover cop. Oops.
That is so wrong on so many different levels, the worst being; we use those stalls to evacuate our bowels. How sexy is it to solicit sex — from either gender — in a place that smells, literally, like shit?
Today I was riding the bus home and the woman in front of me, who was a fairly attractive person, was passing the worst gas. I almost became celibate!
But in 1998 the Republican-controlled Congress had to go after President Bill Clinton because he lied about getting a blowjob in the White House. The hypocrisy is astounding. When “Scooter” Libby was convicted — CONVICTED — of lying about his involvement in the Valerie Plame case, not only did the Republicans all rush to Libby’s defense, they went on an all out spin effort to convince the public no crime had been committed.
Then the president pardoned his guilty ass. The hypocrisy is mind numbing.
And to further explore this tangent (once again) the Democrats — Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi in particular — took impeachment off the table before they even won the 2006 mid term elections. Their cowardice is appalling.
Spitzer has resigned the governorship. At least he had the morality to do that. But let’s face it, if he hadn’t been caught he would still be soliciting sex from the escort services. Me too, were I in a position to pay 80k for sex with high dollar escorts. I’ll be even more honest: if I could afford it I would be spending money on these very same escort services that provide all the services a lecherous man of my ilk is looking for. Hell yeah.
What do you get with a wife or girlfriend? 1) Why do you have to look at them (i.e. Playboy magazine and its online component); 2) Where you going tonight (when me and the boys are heading to Cheetah’s for a couple hundred dollar private lap dances); 3) I don’t want you hanging out with Tim. He’s single and a bad influence; 4) We can’t afford to (fill in the blank).
My brother Carl passed away nearly two years ago. I miss him still everyday. But, one thing he and I would do — often — is on the spur of the moment jump into one or the other’s vehicle and drive to Las Vegas. Now, if either one of us had been “involved” with a significant other, it’s unlikely we would have gone as often as we did, if at all.
Now, I have friends and brothers who tell me, with all due sincerity, marriedhood beats single life by a country mile. And I actually believe that at least my brothers believe it. The others I’m not too sure, especially the ones who like to head over to Cheetah’s for a few one hundred dollar lap dances. And the ones that have to have “relationships” with online friends. But who am I to judge? That’s between them and their spouses.
With escorts — or prostitutes if you prefer — you get your wam-bam-thank-you-ma’am and off you go until the next time. Of course, there are the guys who fall in love with their favorite escorts and that can lead to embarrassment at the very least, and personal ruin at its worst.
At any rate, give me the escort every time — except when I fall in love. Then everything I just wrote is nihilistic cynicism. Or cynical nihilism. I can never choose how that should be written. Regardless, when I’m single, hooking up with an escort makes the best sense. When I’m in love … sometimes I’m wondering if “she’s” the one. Honestly, and I figure I’m like most every other heterosexual man — or homosexual man for that matter — I have naughty thoughts about other women even if I’m in love with the love of my life. Or at least I think I’m in love with the love of my life.
Actually, I’ve had so many loves of my life it’s finally occurred to me there’s no such person as a love of my life, just the one I’m with. Having written that though, I can honestly say if I’m in love with the one I’m with it is absolutely sincere love and I usually want to do things with her, even if I’m fantasizing about Nikki, Mel, Dani, Claudia, Roxanne, Kimberlee, Shawn and Demi ( to name just the few who come to mind at the moment).
Actually, I love Nikki Fiction.
There’s something about being in love that makes that significant other the most important person in the world and hanging out with the pals doesn’t seem so important. I’ve never been to Las Vegas with a lover, one of these days though ... one of these days.
Still, I’m single now and I’d like to spend my weekends in Nevada with some of those fine, fine escorts we see in the little flyers the creepy men hand out on the Las Vegas Strip in front of the Mirage. Or maybe give a call to a recommended escort service and have one (or two) stop by my place for a couple days of … whatever …
Eliot Spitzer is a hypocrite, but what he was involved in should not be a crime. You get no argument from me about betraying his marriage, but whatever goes down between him and his wife is their business. Hell, if Mrs. Spitzer is or was okay with it, then what’s the harm?
Well, judging from his little speech the other day, it wasn’t okay with the missus.
Nor do I think he was obsessed just because he spent 80k doing it. Hell, if he’s got the money, by all means, do it. If, as someone suggested, it was his wife’s money (apparently he married into money) then that’s between them. That doesn’t concern me, it’s none of my business. What bothers me is that sex between consenting adults is still illegal in most of this country. That really bothers me.
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