I can see Tonta, my newest friend, on the other side of the glass wall -that holds the hand written poem from Giaconda Belli's "Los Portadores de Suenos" - separating me from another Argentinian night and the possible promise it holds. I've been fascinated by her all day. She’s beautiful in her own way. She's her own person, intelligent and care-free in that Betty Davis way, living by her own set-of-rules in a world that is nothing short of Cruel.
Strategically, she eyes her food, making sure the next bite is perfect for chewing. Piece by piece she pulls her food from the pile, finding one she can carefully fill-up on without swallowing too many of the ants crawling over tonight's dinner. In anything short of riot conditions this situation would be an Avant Garde walk in the apple orchard.... A scene made for a World Vision infomercial...
Ah--but this is real-life we are talking about here Buster! Look around you. Things aren’t what they used to be for millions tonight, especially for disgraced New York Governor Elliot Spitzer. Yes sir, it's time for the once sanctimonious crusader of Wall St. to face the same firing squad that he once sent many a mover and shaker who didn't play the game by the rules. In the political spectrum March is always a good time to say you're leaving town. I would feel very nervous right now if I was in Spitzers inner circle.
Muhammad Ali once said that "There are no jokes. The truth is the funniest joke of all."
Where the fuck did Spitzer think he was, in some back-woods political scene? Not only that, he was brazenly spending thousands of dollars on a call-girls in some fancy Washington hotel on the night before Valentine’s Day.
Among the possible charges that the former Sheriff of Wall St faces: soliciting and paying for sex; violating the Mann Act, the 1910 federal law that makes it a crime to take someone across state lines for immoral purposes; and illegally arranging cash transactions to conceal their purpose.
Perhaps Spitzer got bored of the clean-cut lifestyle and decided to drift over the edge for some cheap thrills...
When I first read the headlines, my own reaction was bafflement and hysterical laughter. The more I brooded on it, the more I reaffirmed my belief that his fate was sealed a long time ago when he romantically thought he could clean up Wall St., make a name for himself among the big boys and get away without retribution. The media, at the time, were whores to Spitzer's circus of persecution. Today the table has turned. Spitzer is no longer the Ringmaster and the media will make him March’s whipping boy. And why not?
Politics is the only true blood sport in the world and when that time arrives for you to decide that you're big enough to eat whatever you like and from whomever’s dinner plate... Well, let's face it. That is when the joke is over Buster because the cook will poison your dinner.
It was not the vice but the binge that dealt the death blow. After all Spitzer had his own nonsensical set-of-rules for living and another set for the rest of us. So really it’s just a matter of good old fashioned Karma, which makes this whole event kind of special, like stumbling onto the heart of a Saturday night when you don't remember what day it is.
The inevitability of these real-life nightmares happening to the rich and powerful is what makes them so reassuring to the rest of us, including Tonta. Life will go on for us, for good or ill. But some things are forever right? In time Spitzer will fade into obscurity and his legacy will go down as another righteous man corrupted by his own moral undoing. Perhaps if Spitzer read Giaconda Belli, he might have known what the rest of us have always known... What separates them and us?
It's not just Spitzer that got exposed this week, but once again the whole rotten corrupt and fraudulent political scene. The ugly truth is that this same nightmarish mess could happen anywhere in the world, and the result would be the same.
So to get to the heart of the matter concerning tonight’s blog…Tonta and Spitzer have much in common. Both are care-free, independent, highly intelligent, strategic and living by their own set-of-rules. And last but not least, if you gave them both a bone, they'd be your best friends forever... But only one you could really trust to call your friend… If we all took the time to open our minds we could learn from man’s best friend. Perhaps that’s what Spitzer needed…
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