Don't Spitz on Me

Don't pee on my leg, and tell its raining: The title of a book published by a New York Judge is almost the perfect way to describe what Elliot Spitzer will have to do to get out of this mess. Using a prostitute and financing her travel across state lines. Using the mail to commit a crime. The man could go to jail for years. The great irony is that a less righteous, arrogant and pompous man could walk, but Spitzer's enemies will not let him off easily. They will see his life and career ruined. They will see him humiliated for his hypocrisy. And, when they are done they will discard him like the trash he proved to be. Never be a man who fails if you cannot forgive the failures of others. Unlike Bill Clinton, who empathized with the failures of others and was spared complete humiliation because if it, Spitzer will enjoy no such luxury. He will be taken down and it will be enjoyed. His political enemies will pile on, the media will lap it up like sweet milk and they will revel in the more than perfect irony. Goodbye Spitzer, Hello Siberia.