Spitzer? I Hardly Know Her!
You know, the only reason I care about in the Eliot Spitzer sex scandal is that it once again makes me giggle to hear that paying a sex worker to cross state lines is a violation of the Mann Act. I just think that's hilarious.
Otherwise, I dunno. I don't really care about sex scandals. Sure, I'm always willing to say, "Live by the sword, die by the sword" when some gay-bashing conservative Senator gets caught licking crank off some nineteen-year-old twink's cock. And I'll be willing to say the same just as soon as some straight-bashing liberal Senator gets caught settling down with an opposite-sex spouse to form a family. But Spitzer's whole schtick has always been fighting corporate corruption. So until we find out that Goldman Sachs paid the sex worker in question to goldman his sack, I don't think I care.
Nope. I don't.
Does anybody else? I mean, I'd hate to harsh a good moment of outrage