Man pays for sex

New York Governor Eliot Spitzer slept with a whore. She was an expensive whore, as is befitting a man of his station. I believe once the price is more than $1,000 an hour, the word is "high class." So there you have it: Man Pays for Sex. There really isn't much else to say.

I don't care. I don't think more highly of this man. There's irony galore. I feel for sorry for his wife to have to go through this. But really, I don't care. That's his and her (...and her) business.

[And there's the fact that the "liberal rag" New York Times once again shows its true colors in excellent, trustworthy, and independent reporting.]

Perhaps the only thing more silly than the war on drugs is the skirmish against prostitution. I don't want street walkers on my block anymore than I want public drug dealers. But if you can run a prostitution ring as a legal, regulated, taxpaying, and complaint-free business, more power to you!

What does bother me is that federal law enforcement officials waste any time and money cracking down on rich men paying upwardly mobile young women for sex.

Aren't we at war? Aren't we supposed to be worried about terrorism?! And we're squandering precious resources on paid sex between consensual adults?!! Oh, Lord. Why is this a crime? At least Spitzer had the common courtesy not to do it in a public bathroom.