Are you ready for the Eliot Spitzer comeback?
posted at 7:54 pm on April 7, 2010 by Allahpundit
The time is right, my friends. We’ve got a porn star running for Senate (as a Republican!), we’ve got a formerly wholesome sports icon nailing everything within a hundred-foot radius — heck, we’ve even got Spitz’s own hookers writing for major metropolitan newspapers. And of course we’ve got a new governor in New York who’s somehow made himself seem even scummier than Spitzer is.
America 2008 was an innocent place. America 2010 is ready to party.
The disgraced ex-governor also acknowledges in the interview that he has toyed with the idea of a comeback.
“I love politics,” Spitzer told Elkind, according to excerpts of their March 31 interview. “The substance, the debate about the issues …”
Asked specifically about some kind of statewide race in 2010 — which The Post reported exclusively last year that Spitzer was talking to people about — Spitzer said it’s “just hard to see.”
But he added, “I’ve never said I would never consider running for office again.”…
The excerpt adds, “Spitzer muses with friends and advisers about political targets. He views New York’s U.S. Senator Kirsten Gillibrand as a lightweight. In the office of New York state comptroller, he sees a chance to become a national force, wielding the billions held in public pension funds to force corporate reform in a way that even lawsuits and regulation cannot. (‘It is the great underutilized position in government right now,’ says Spitzer.)”
So there you have it: Client Number 9, future pension czar of New York State. Don’t think we won’t elect him either. Frankly, I’ll be surprised if he gets less than 55 percent of the vote.
Speaking of hubristic cheaters, here’s Tiger making his sad face in a new ad from Nike. No foolin’. This is an honest to goodness official Nike spot, designed to boost sales by making you sympathize with a guy with a zipper problem who’s worth a billion dollars. Enjoy the pity party. Oh, did I mention that the voiceover is audio from his dead father? Stay classy, Nike.
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