Monday, March 10, 2008

Cheeseburger poisoning claims another "victim"

Well, well, well: Apparently someone bought into his own legend, and alarmingly quickly.

Needless to say, Spitzer will not fare well behind bars--like any other dirty cop. I think, though, that he has the smarts--and residual sense of propriety--to resign. As well he should. Not for extra-marital sex, understand--unless it involves workplace issues, it's no one's business. But lawbreaking is another matter. With extra points for egregious hypocrisy.

Despite all the history I've ever read, despite the mucky tracks of corruption across the headlines of late, I still can't begin to fathom what gives anyone in power that sense of entitlement, of carrying a free pass from the rules others are expected to live by.

Geeze, this just brasses me off. I would have considered Spitzer decent Veep material in 2012 or 2016.

Yet I'm beginning to think that this country doesn't need more reformers or crusaders or white-hat-wearing cowboys. What we truly need is a Court Jesters Guild. Clone Jon Stewart and Bill Maher and Stephen Colbert and Gary Trudeau and Burke Breathed, et. al. umpteen times and put them to work as the official balloon-prickers to the Egos-in-Chief of this world. Something--anything--to neutralize the private clubs and chauffeured SUVs and woeful lack of the word "No" in these lives. Trust me, the jesters' salaries would pay for themselves in cheeseburgers alone.