Is Gennifer Flowers on Myspace?

I’m fairly fascinated by this whole Eliot Spitzer thing and admittedly, pretty disappointed. I’ve had high hopes for Eliot for the past couple years, ever since he began making major busts on Wall Street as the Attorney General of New York. It was very clear when he ran for governor of New York–and won by an astonishing 69 percent (69, Eliot, you Dog!) that he was on a path that would soon lead to a run for president. To me, this seemed like a very good thing, to have someone who was intelligent and experienced, who stood up to bullshit with fervor and intensity run for president. Admittedly, I don’t really understand the hullabaloo over Obama. Certainly, of the three contenders now, I will vote for him, but I don’t really understand why people are so excited over someone who was state Senator for seven years and a US senator for four. He’s a great speaker? Well, so is Al Sharpton. So is Michael Moore. Hitler, obviously, knew how to hold a crowd’s attention. ***Note, the listing of these three people as great speakers, especially in connection with Barak Obama, should in no way be misconstrued as commentary on their common morality or lack there of.***
I digress. Eliot Spitzer seemed to be sprinting down the track–maybe in the Steeplechase?–ready to overcome any obstacle in order to get him to his goal of right overcoming wrong. And maybe I was too easily taken in by Eliot’s charm, the fact that he would go after CEOs and huge Wall Street institutions, but it just seemed encouraging, like maybe the law could actually prevail over corruption. Well, there were lots of accusations about Eliot’s use of the “law” in order to get what he wanted. And once he became governor, there were more accusations and a general inability to get things done. And now this. Eliot’s demise because he bought the services of high priced prostitutes using e-mail and moving money through bank accounts. One would think a man with as much intelligence as Governor Spitzer would at least–if engaging in illegal, extramarital affairs–not conduct it over the internet. Wow. The man lives in New York. One would think, with a couple hundred dollars in cash, a pay phone, and little imagination, he could have satiated these urges in a less traceable manner. Farewell to that presidency. It rests in the presidential purgatory along with Gary Hart among others.
But, to the children–since this WEB LOG is nominally about raising children and not the political ramblings of some half wit–of Mr. Spitzer. He is the father to three teenage girls. Ouch. Really? They range in age from 17 to 13, each two years apart. That makes the oldest five years younger than the alleged prostitute,
Ashley Alexandra Dupré–formerly Ashley Youmans–or “Kristen” as she was known. I have a bad feeling the producers from Big Brother are already in touch with the eldest Spitzer daughter in hopes of having her on next season’s show. You have stories like this, talking about how this kind of thing will, you know, “risk the well-being of his daughters.” Yeah, I guess it might. What insight.
This is a story that promises many astonishing revelations and tonight was another one. The times had a story on Ms. Dupre and with it included a link to her myspace page. At this time, her page–she’s a musician; I know, I smell publicity stunt too!–has over one million plays. What the hell? A myspace profile for the the prostitute a mere three days after the story broke? I mean, what did we ever really learn about Gennifer Flowers? Do you even remember her name? Her songs? Even Monica Lewinsky–you know, same president, different lady–what did we learn right away? It took some time before the hat making business came out.
On a side note, Ms. Dupre comes originally from Wall Township on the Jersey shore. Close to Pt. Pleasant Beach, NJ, where Lisa my babies’ Mama was raised. When we leave New Jersey, the limousine service to the Newark Airport? Out of Wall. As a man given to vast generalities, I immediately asked Lisa if all girls from Wall are prostitutes. I already assume that all men in New Jersey are involved in the mafia and want a “hot slice” in their mouth. She could not confirm or deny this generalization of Wall girls.
As for my own children? Well, Madee and I went and bought new shoes. Eban has been sick. He’s getting better. They’re both pretty broken up about Eliot.