I was in the neighborhood, so I decided to stop by Eliot Spitzer’s tony yellow brick apartment building on Fifth Ave., across from Central Park and adjacent to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. About a dozen photographers were huddled outside on a windy day in Manhattan, and a little after three Spitzer’s wife Silda walked out of the building and was whisked away by a black SUV. She was prettier in person than on television, which made her husband’s hooker habit slightly more perplexing to me. Spitzer himself has been holed up inside his luxury apartment since returning from his morning press conference, a journalist who has been staking out the place for the past few days told me. Apparently people have been visiting and bringing him food. Meanwhile, tourists passing by the building have been taking photos of themselves outside his residence as if it were just another sightseeing stop. Such is life for the former “Sheriff of Wall Street” and one-time rising star in the Democratic Party. A “steamroller” no more.
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?