The governor of New York, Eliot Spitzer, was implicated today in a prostitution ring. Allegedly, he called a prostitute. I wanted to get my two cents in before anything more specific is proven or even alleged, just so I can have an opinion unfettered by facts. When I heard the news, I smiled. I admit it. A big stupid grin came over my face. Not because I have anything against Mr. Spitzer. I know almost nothing about him. Nor do I have anything against his politics. I confess I don’t know where he stands on anything. I just love the irony of a man who runs on an ethics platform, and is known as “Mr. Clean” being tied to a prostitute, no pun intended.
You can consider it a flaw in my personality if you’d like. I have no defense. I also laugh when evangelist preachers are implicated in fraud or sex scandals…Priests with young boys? Yeah, I snickered a few times. I don’t know why. I don’t laugh when people trip and fall on the street, but I probably would if they first bragged to everyone that they were such great walkers. I agree with George Orwell who said “saints should always be judged guilty until they are proven innocent.” I’ll stop smiling soon. Really. Sorry to hear of your news, Mr. Spitzer. Really. I mean it.
By Myron Gushlak
