So Eliot Spitzer got nabbed hiring a $1,300-an-hour hooker from New York who met him in a DC hotel room.
That’s a lot of money. But only the best for the gov: He went to The Emperors Club, where the top women (with seven diamonds by the names) go for $31,000 a day.
I always wonder: How can someone who has messed with some of the most powerful people in the country and who has legendary enemies both in and out of the public sector be dumb enough to get caught up in a prostitution ring that was under federal investigation?
I don’t care who he fucks; I think prostitution ought to be legal. But the political future of someone who was, more or less, one of the good guys is now toast.
As one local official, who I will decline to identify by name, put it to me:
“What’s wrong with the old-fashioned discreet affair — you know, with someone who doesn’t work for you and isn’t part of a criminal enterprise? It worked for politicians for years.”
And what’s with dragging his poor wife in front of the cameras with him? Cheap, Eliot. Cheap.
(Oh, and by the way: The Gov appears to be a bit kinky. Check out the documents on the smoking gun . The woman, named “Kristen,” who spent several hours with Spitzer, was warned that he might “ask you to do things that you might not think were safe.” “Kristen,” who is no fool, replied to her handler: “I have a way of dealing with that. I’m like, listen dude, you really want the sex?”)
(Oh, and by the way II: Don’t the feds have anything better to do than wiretap a prostitution ring and snare Democratic politicians? I mean, Spitzer was an idiot and all, but aren’t there terrorists to chase or something?)
Oh, and by the way III: Dailykos notes that it cost less for Spitzer to hire his own call girl than it cost the public to guard Rudy Giulinani when he went off on trysts.