Today, news broke that New York Governor, Elliot Spitzer was implicated in a prostitution ring. "Number 9" as he is being referred to supposedly had a high class hooker sent from Washington, DC to New York City. At the end of the encounter, the Governor gave the woman (not pictured to the right) almost $5000.
Now, for the record, I think prostitution should be made legal. Nobody is forced to buy canned corn. Nobody would ever be forced to buy a prostitute. Disease? If you are one of the lucky ones who has caught the flu this season, I doubt you got it from a hooker. You know why? You aren't Elliot Spitzer! You didn't buy a hooker! You are a straight guy for David Archuleta! You aren't a straight guy who needs to pay for sex. Leave that to the leaders of our country.
What makes this scandal so great is that Governor Spitzer has been shown to be a hypocrite of republican standards. Now, I know all republicans aren't hypocrites, but Spitzer is the first Democrat in a long time to get caught up in a sex scandal. I doubt that Democrats are any less kinky than Republicans. I just think that more Democrats are better at covering their asses. (unlike the hooker in the picture above)
Spitzer has gone after all sorts of morality issues. He has gone after the radio industry. He has busted prostitution rings. He put himself out there as Captain Good Guy, but in the end, he turned out to be a dirtbag just like most of us.
I've never paid for sex. The thing is, we all have some sort of secret thing that we've done and we hope nobody ever finds out about. Sadly, we live in a world where we are told that doing things behind closed doors that others wouldn't accept makes you a bad person.
I don't care what you do behind closed doors. Just don't make yourself out to be the judge and jury of what's wrong and what's right, because eventually, somebody is going to find out that you paid for sex, fondled a chimp, or took a picture up an old ladies dress while she shopped for croutons in the salad dressing isle at the grocery store.
The day that happens, you will know what it's like to be the rest of us. No, not because we're fondling animals or violating old ladies. You will feel like the rest of us, because you will know what it's like to be judged.
Sorry for getting so serious. Go David Archuleta. Elliot Spitzer, go to hell.