Eliot Spitzer, Dan Savage, and Vito Spatafore Walk Into a Bar
What a bar that would be, no? Hey-o!
Savage’s letter of the day came from a spirit not far from Mr. Spitzer’s heart.
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Spitzer was clearly smart enough to go do his thing down in D.C. rather than in his hometown where he would have been caught for sure. Someone (I thought it was TPM, but it could have been someone else) wisely pointed out Wall Street firms had to have been tailing him for some time, yet he’s never been caught. How long has he been at it? Was this a one time thing? And what of Mrs. Spitzer? Like Mrs. Clinton and Mrs. Craig before her, there’s no way she didn’t know what was happening.
Poor Vito, Sopranos fans will recall, was scratching his alternative itch across the river where neither Tony nor his wife would find him. Smart. Although in hindsight, perhaps a drive to Philly would have been a more prudent long-term move. Perhaps.
I think Savage got it about right when he suggested if folks are really afraid of getting caught, perhaps they’re “really not big enough to ride those rides”. Was Spitzer big enough? Was Vito? Dunno.