Client #9....The Predator.

The big Spitzer story broke only a few hours ago, well, at least a few hours from the time I started typing. To be honest, I really don't give a shit (see point #2). However, these are the thoughts I had as I was driving home.

1. Mad props to the soon to be ex-Mrs. Spitzer for not losing her shit right then and there. From the photos, it looks like she came pretty close. Just once, I'd like to see one of these stand-by-your-man politician's wives go all Jerry Springer at the press conference.

2. Eliot doesn't ask me where I stick my dick and I don't care where he sticks his....even if it is in a "petite, pretty brunette, 5-feet-5 inches, and 105 pounds," named Kristen.

3. He should resign. Not so much for what he did but because he was dumb enough to get caught making the arrangements himself. Isn't there some 3rd party Deputy Governor of Sin to take care of this stuff? You know, to get hook him up with chicks and coke and shit. I don't want some dumb ass who can't even pick up a chick without getting caught running my state.

4. Everyone one seemed to be so surprised that he would be involved in such a thing. Hello? First off, he has a penis. So don't be too surprised. Plus, you should know, it's always the quiet types, crusading for justice....blah, blah, blah.....that you have to watch out for. The louder they shout, the more you have to worry about.

5. In closing, I'd like to think that right about now his wife is chasing him around the Governor's mansion, bitching him out. It's a pretty safe bet, they aren't going to be in the same bed tonight.