What a surprise, a politico and a prostitute. Spitzer, like some and many others before, got caught with hands in the candy jar. I guess thats better than hands in the pickle barrel. It reminds me of Lord Byron’s “Ode to Napoleon Bonaparte”.
‘TIS done — but yesterday a King!
And arm’d with Kings to strive —
And now thou art a nameless thing:
So abject — yet alive!
Is this the man of thousand thrones,
Who strew’d our earth with hostile bones,
And can he thus survive?
Since he, miscall’d the Morning Star,
Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far.
Ill-minded man! why scourge thy kind
Who bow’d so low the knee?
By gazing on thyself grown blind,
Thou taught’st the rest to see.
With might unquestion’d, — power to save, —
Thine only gift hath been the grave,
To those that worshipp’d thee;
Nor till thy fall could mortals guess
Ambition’s less than littleness!
And it continues quite a bit more. Comparing Spitzer to Emperor Napoleon is a bit absurd, but it did come to mind after seeing an editorial cartoon from Ed Stein. His cartoon reminded me of a phrase from Winston Churchill taking about the Soviets where he paraphrased a line from Byron’s poem, “those pagod things, with fronts of brass and feet of clay”. See the entire Lord Byron poem here: Ode to Napoleon Bonaparte