Oh, Governor

Let's be like the rest of the country and talk about the governor of New York for a minute, shall we?

For those of you that don't know, it was recently discovered that Governor Spitzer has been seeking the company of prostitutes. This is the video of the statement he gave to the press:



My issue isn't with what he said...or even what he did. I'm much more interested in Mrs. Spitzer. I've long wondered about the bubble in which political wives are bred. It doesn't matter if the politician is holding a press conference to announce that he has been soliciting a male prostitute, or a female prostitute or even if he is announcing that he is a "gay American"; the wives are always always by their side. Stone faced and sullen.

I can assure you that if my (non existent) husband ever chooses to stick his penis inside a prostitute I will be far too busy getting an HIV test to even remotely consider standing by his side at a press conference. Or anywhere else for that matter. Except maybe down the hall giving my own press conference. Or perhaps meeting with my attorneys in an effort to bleed that low down motherfucker dry. Don't misunderstand; I'm not vindictive. I'm just worried about disease.

I do realize that the only people that truly know what goes on inside a relationship are the people living that relationship everyday. Maybe the governor and his wife have an open marriage. Maybe she doesn't care that he regularly uses prostitutes (although judging by the way she looked at the press conference I'm going to say she was clueless. She just looked shell shocked). The issue is that no matter what your obligation to your wife was you also had an obligation to your children.

And you know what? Your kids had to get up this morning and go to school. Children are notoriously cruel and not matter what kind of agreement you had with your wife (if any at all) I'm guessing your kids were clueless.

In short I'm guessing I'm going to see your Dickipedia entry any minute now.