Napsterbater
03-14-2008, 09:14 PM
Shit With Legs - March 14, 2008
Eliot Spitzer was walking shit, a cur with the moral compass of a monitor lizard and the ethics of a Haitian loan shark. He was a spoiled brat with a sense of entitlement that wouldn't fit in the Hindenberg and a know-it-all scold in the stripe of closet degenerates from Roy Cohn to Jimmy Swaggart. Blowhard, crusader, public ambulance chaser, he was everything rotten and wrong in political ambition - soulless swine karma couldn't curse with enough ruin.
Spitzer'd be just a footnote, like Bill Lerach, Dick Scruggs or the rest of the indicted or jailed "justice pimps" feeding off the courthouse but for one thing... Eliot Spitzer wasn't working in the private sector. He crushed decent people, ruined lives and nakedly exploited a prosecutor's office for his personal gain, putting people in jail for trading in the same twisted kicks he indulged in after hours. In a truly just world, that abuse of trust would be an all but capital crime, punished with a public caning on the courthouse steps and permanent exile to an Antarctic weather station... Exactly the sort of merciless treatment he'd level on anybody else in his shoes.
And that's why federal and state prosecutors in Spitzer's case shouldn't charge him with a crime. No, not a single fucking misdemeanor. And if they do, and he's convicted or pleads out, no matter how small the admission and the punishment, the President should pardon him.
The lesson of Eliot Spitzer isn't a new understanding of just how satisfying schadenfreude can be. The bigger lesson is that most of us are better than his kind, which accounts for the universal "good riddance" reaction to his freefall. Spitzer wouldn't have pardoned a terminally ill criminal with a month left on his sentence. The cruelest punishment for such a malignant zealot is letting him walk where he'd have called for a hanging. No punishment, no rehabilitation. No rehabilitation, no public life, and that's all his kind care about. Let the weight of mercy and the scarlet letter of a pardon hang around his neck like an anchor. Eliot Spitzer was shit with legs and we're all better off for his absence, which is more than enough to celebrate. Don't give him the respect of revenge. Give him a pass, and if not that, a pardon.
http://www.philalawyer.net/archives/shit_with_legs.phtml
Eliot Spitzer was walking shit, a cur with the moral compass of a monitor lizard and the ethics of a Haitian loan shark. He was a spoiled brat with a sense of entitlement that wouldn't fit in the Hindenberg and a know-it-all scold in the stripe of closet degenerates from Roy Cohn to Jimmy Swaggart. Blowhard, crusader, public ambulance chaser, he was everything rotten and wrong in political ambition - soulless swine karma couldn't curse with enough ruin.
Spitzer'd be just a footnote, like Bill Lerach, Dick Scruggs or the rest of the indicted or jailed "justice pimps" feeding off the courthouse but for one thing... Eliot Spitzer wasn't working in the private sector. He crushed decent people, ruined lives and nakedly exploited a prosecutor's office for his personal gain, putting people in jail for trading in the same twisted kicks he indulged in after hours. In a truly just world, that abuse of trust would be an all but capital crime, punished with a public caning on the courthouse steps and permanent exile to an Antarctic weather station... Exactly the sort of merciless treatment he'd level on anybody else in his shoes.
And that's why federal and state prosecutors in Spitzer's case shouldn't charge him with a crime. No, not a single fucking misdemeanor. And if they do, and he's convicted or pleads out, no matter how small the admission and the punishment, the President should pardon him.
The lesson of Eliot Spitzer isn't a new understanding of just how satisfying schadenfreude can be. The bigger lesson is that most of us are better than his kind, which accounts for the universal "good riddance" reaction to his freefall. Spitzer wouldn't have pardoned a terminally ill criminal with a month left on his sentence. The cruelest punishment for such a malignant zealot is letting him walk where he'd have called for a hanging. No punishment, no rehabilitation. No rehabilitation, no public life, and that's all his kind care about. Let the weight of mercy and the scarlet letter of a pardon hang around his neck like an anchor. Eliot Spitzer was shit with legs and we're all better off for his absence, which is more than enough to celebrate. Don't give him the respect of revenge. Give him a pass, and if not that, a pardon.
http://www.philalawyer.net/archives/shit_with_legs.phtml