Bad Ideas, Worse Behavior: Spitzer’s Back
There’s good news for anyone worried that sanctimonious disgrace Eliot Spitzer learned lessons and improved himself since he joined the Emperors Club: he hasn’t changed at all. Yep, he’s still as contemptible as ever.
I hate to even give attention to someone who most people hoped would enjoy even less post-scandal success than his loathsomely untalented call girl. But public disgust wasn’t enough to stop him from climbing out of the sewer in order to discuss his potential aspirations.
For the first time, Eliot Spitzer is acknowledging in an interview with Fortune what The Post first reported last year — that he is itching for a way back into politics and, even at this late date, hasn’t totally closed the door on a race this year.
I’ve never appreciated David Paterson so much before. Of course, the incumbent can only seem appealing by comparison to a somehow more disagreeable leader, such as, oh, his predecessor. While Paterson can be thankful for his atrocious opening act, the rest of the state can be fearful of possibly seeing Spitzer’s name on a ballot:
The excerpt adds, “Spitzer muses with friends and advisers about political targets. He views New York’s U.S. Senator Kirsten Gillibrand as a lightweight.
Well, get in line, although I’d prefer Tracy Flick if forced to take sides. Still, that’s like choosing between fighting on the pirate ship or jumping overboard and dealing with scuba ninjas. Spitzer might attempt to remain instate if he doesn’t aim for the Senate, which is bad news for those at least hoping he would leave New York more frequently:
In the office of New York state comptroller, he sees a chance to become a national force, wielding the billions held in public pension funds to force corporate reform in a way that even lawsuits and regulation cannot. (‘It is the great underutilized position in government right now,’ says Spitzer.)”
Yep, the one thing we need at present is a politician who wants to order around businesses. Maybe he can team with fellow prostitute enthusiast Barney Frank to once again bring ruin to the economy via governmental pushiness; of course, they’ll hold a joint press conference afterward where they blame the ensuing financial collapse on Wall Street.
By pretending that this most irritating of recessions was provoked by corporate greed, corporate fat cats, and the like instead of the feds actively hawking subprime mortgages, Spitzer demonstrates that he hasn’t learned a thing during his time between jobs.
As for his time in Albany, the constant, boring crusade against typical left-wing antagonists demonstrated why he was unpleasant far before his taste for pricey hookers came to the public’s attention.
Will that public even think of voting for him? Given the present distaste for national-level politicians representing Spitzer’s party, Democrats can’t be excited about supporting a committed ultra-liberal weighed down with baggage.
That astoundingly scummy personal behavior still peaks through. Spitzer treats the woman who tried to melt his brains with heat ray vision as she stood beside him on Resignation Day in the same condescending manner as he does the public:
Sources have told The Post that Spitzer months ago discussed with his wife, Silda, the possibility of running this year, and she was not up for the idea so soon after the national scandal that proved very difficult on their family.
Spitzer himself seems to acknowledge that in the interview, regardless of how difficult it may be, telling [interviewer Peter] Elkind, “Right now, I can tell you I have a family that is in one piece … That’s a measure of success after what we went through.”
There’s one crucial word in his quote: what’s this “We” nonsense? There was a single driving force behind what your household “went through,” Mister Ex-Governor: it was all you. The bystanders he refers to as family were dragged through a sordid crisis through absolutely zero fault of their own, and it all took place in public thanks to his career choice.
But nothing is ever Spitzer’s fault. His gratuitous self-righteousness was reflected by his overbearing political style while residing in the state capital: portraying corporations as villainously greedy hordes, planning to give illegal aliens driver’s licenses, and trying to push gay marriage on the state were simply the most prominent reflections of his willingness to further his radical agenda by swinging political power like a club.
Meanwhile, he wants you to trust him despite his utter inability to control himself. Forcing his activist views upon the public is his life’s pursuit. That whole act-the-way-he-did-and-resign bit was apparently merely meant to serve as a bad example to the corporations he wants to again intimidate.
Spitzer’s desire to boss around other people while exempting himself from any ethical codes is the purest form of overcompensation, particularly as a representative of a political movement that spends its free time searching for examples of Republican hypocrisy. He’s the worst kind of political creep, and he wants your vote. I’m already irritated by the revival of Client Number Nine jokes.