If the New York Sun closes shop soon, as has been rumored for the past month, we will be worse off without its no-bull headlines such as the one atop this morning’s edition. Although I vehemently disagree with the Sun’s warmongering, neocon editorial tendencies, more often than not they’re the only paper to get it right …
With so many politicians getting hoisted by their own petards lately — Spitzer by prostitution and money-laundering investigations, McCain by campaign finance technicalities, etc. — it got me to thinking about just what the heck is a petard anyway. I turned to the trusty Merriam-Webster online dictionary and saw this interesting entry: Main Entry: pe·tard …
As we watch Eliot Spitzer skulk off into the sunset, we bid him a not so fond farewell and prepare to turn a new page. Monday (or sooner), we’ll turn our attention to incoming governor David Paterson. But before we move on, here’s one last bit of Spitzerrific humor, courtesy of commenter E5:
Hilarious!
A few random morning-after thoughts on the Spitzer scandal: As hinted at in yesterday’s post, I bought champagne for everyone at last night’s Manhattan Libertarian Party meeting to celebrate the downfall of The Sherriff of Wall Street. Really cheap champagne. You probably shouldn’t expect much from a $15 bottle of Russian bubbly, but it was …
Eliot Spitzer caught with his pants down! I love it!! Expect the man who shall forever after be known as Client 9 to resign shortly. That he was a patron of a prostitution ring with a name like The Emperors Club VIP makes it even more fitting. These guys really do think of themselves as emperors and the rest …