It wasn't yesterday's contrived, meaningless apology that was the worst. No, that was expected. Nor was it the sight of Silda Spitzer standing there with her husband, dragged into the appearance and forced to face the cameras stoically, when she'd clearly rather be at home, downing Ambien with merlot and picking out the furniture she'll keep.
It wasn't the betrayal of moral, family values (Spitzer's a Democrat after all), or the hypocrisy of a man who once eagerly prosecuted pimps...
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