Just when one thinks New York City politics couldn’t possibly get any more morally or ethically deficient, one can always count on the political class to prove otherwise.
Anthony Weiner, disgraced former U.S. Congressman, social media enthusiast, and the latest headliner in the New York Museum of Sex, has thrown his shorts in the ring in a bid for mayor . . . provided that Napoleonic wannabe Michael Bloomberg really gives up the reins of nutrition control.
Weiner judged that two years of political exile were sufficient to cleanse his record of any stain. He appears to be correct in his thinking. Polls show Weiner to be the Democrat front runner for mayor. Not surprisingly, he has the backing of 25% of Democrats. The U.K. MailOnline offered the following, mind-boggling statistics:
“A majority of Democrats, 52 %, are positive about Mr. Weiner… The poll showed 49 % of registered voters in the city (New York City) now say they would think about electing Mr. Weiner mayor, that is up from 40 % in April. The poll showed 45 % of voters would not vote for him, which is a drop from 52 % in April.”
Oh, just give it a bit more time. In another two months Weiner’s publically-aired, bulging underpants will be nothing but a resume enhancement. But New York clearly isn’t quite done airing its dirty laundry.
On Sunday night, the infamous “client number 9,” debased former New York State Governor, Eliot Spitzer, had his fill of purgatory in the outside world.
Spitzer, not happy as a vanilla citizen, craved the center ring. He’d had a disastrous run at television. Spitzer’s television career, on CNN and Current TV, was even more dismal than his sojourn in politics. Spitzer, in 2008, was hounded out of office for extramarital peccadilloes with the second oldest profession. Exiled from the footlights of politics even longer than Anthony Weiner, Spitzer decided that if New York politics was good enough for a tarnished Congressman, why not for a besmirched ex-Governor?
Spitzer has ended his self-imposed banishment. He is running, as a Democrat, for New York City Comptroller. On Monday, The New York Daily News quoted Spitzer:
“After being out of office for five years, thinking deeply, reflecting on what I was able to do when I was in government … I’m going to try and seek the (comptroller’s) office and ask the public to consider me…”
The 4,000 signatures Spitzer needs have not yet been accumulated. New Yorkers are still “considering.”
Spitzer’s bid is not going unchallenged. Kirsten Davis is running against him. Davis’s credentials are as good as Spitzer’s, better, in fact. Ms. Davis was a highly successful madam; the very madam that supplied Spitzer with call girls.
Madams are notorious for keeping a watchful eye on their inventory and cash flow. Spitzer’s experience with money, on the other hand, comes from spending it. Kirstin served three months jail time for the privilege of “serving” Spitzer. Her stay at Rikers Island only whetted her appetite for government office: “I’ve been waiting for my day to face (Spitzer) for five years… I sat … in Rikers Island, I came out penniless and nothing happened to him. The hypocrisy there is huge.”
She is absolutely correct. Spitzer was never charged. Welcome to the world of politics, Ms. Davis. Your previous career was pure by comparison.
These hopefuls for New York government office sum up the insanity in their own words. Weiner, speaking to CNN said: “I’m running for mayor because I’ve been fighting for the middle class and those struggling to make it for my entire life.” Kirstin Davis, dignified and eloquent, opined that “This is going to be the funnest campaign ever.” But Spitzer had the money quote: “I love public service. I believe in it.”
The New York races are a perfect microcosm of the political world the rest of us are mired in these days. Venal degenerates are the popular choice. They offer the kind of “public service” nobody should be exposed to.