Long time readers will recall that Eliot Spitzer--in his days of wine and roses (and secret romps with call girls)--was one of my bête noires. Since his fall from power, of course, I've had little reason to discuss Spitzer.
But I can't resist mentioning Spitzer's latest problem:
Ex-Gov. Eliot Spitzer’s night with a woman at The Plaza hotel on Valentine’s Day weekend went south when the pair started arguing and he allegedly choked her, law-enforcement sources told The Post on Sunday.
The woman told cops she broke a glass and cut her wrists after the fight, sources said. She eventually stopped cooperating. ...
In her 2013 memoir, ex-prostitute Rebecca Woodward alleged that Spitzer once pinned her to a bed and choked her during a $1,500 role-playing tryst in a Murray Hill apartment.
“The more struggle there was, the more he was into it,” she wrote in “Call Girl Confidential.”
It's a reminder that moralizing crusaders often turn out to have feet of clay.
