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 IÂ vehemently disagree with the Sun’s warmongering, neocon editorial tendencies, more often than not they’re the only paper to get it right […]
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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
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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: Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
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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
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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
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