Here’s all I’m going to say about Client 9, aka Gov. Eliot Spitzer: dude, the night before Valentine’s Day you pay a woman $4,300 for three hours? So, I wonder, what did you bring home for MRS. Spitzer on Valentine’s Day?
I don’t claim to be too politically-savvy, but I’m just wondering why women in politics manage to avoid this tendency to engage in extracurriculars.
In the meantime, I found this:
The ultimate in sibling love and loyalty is, eleven years after your death, your sister brings you back to the homeland for burial. In a plastic bag. In her suitcase.
Does Switzer have a sister?