First the death of WFB left me with a monumental case of writer’s block. I just couldn’t come up with anything to express my thoughts about the man and his importance adequately. Now the Spitzer business has left me near speechless. I recall Malcom Muggeridge saying that he gave up doing satire in Punch magazine because real life had become so absurd that it was no longer possible to do satire.
So I’ll leave commentary on this to my better half and her sprightly blog SkepticsEye:
Good stuff. So . . . do we call Spitzer the "Luv Guv" or "Love Client #9?"