Like Spitzer, We All Beg For Mercy At Some Point

I want to thank you all for your passionate, thoughtful, sometimes amusing and generally quite tough comments on the status of Elliot Ness/Spitzer. My favorite, somewhere down in the middle, was from one of my regular correspondents who remarked, "Your an idiot."

I suppose this situation will play itself out over the next few weeks and months, displacing, for a time, even Britney from the harsh glare of public morality. And in the end, I'm sure everything will work out as it should. At this point, however, I have to say that in spite of all the good reasons not to, even though he is, without question, a horrible hypocrite and whoremaster and all that? I feel sorry for Eliot Spitzer. Not because he deserves it. But because, if I got in trouble, I would hope that I do.

When I was nine years old, my mother and father gave me a beautiful jacket with suede elbow patches. The day after I received it, I lost it at school. I remember, more than 40 years later, the moment I realized that I had no idea where it was. I knew that when I got home, my father would say, "Where's your new jacket?" And I would have to say, "I don't know." I never got it back, by the way. But that's sort of beside the point. The thing we're talking about is the eight hours I had to endure before anybody but me knew that the jacket was lost.

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[dadw5boys]

To hell with mercy!

We only live once.

Come into the end of your life sliding sideways, out of control and exhausted from having fun.

Laughun all the way to the gates of hell at the ones sitting there in diapers dieing slowly.

[ajinnyc]

One day Elliot Ness, next day Elliot Mess!

[Henry]

For some reason, we are not who we pretend we are. We live in this "pretend" scape of what really happens. Everyone who has held any sort of job or belongs to any kind of group of people knows we are all going along with the bullshit that is our daily lives yet we "wax" eloquent on our resume.
Does Rudy belong to the mob...for instance. Well.... you know.