I have been complimented for being a dreamer, been confided to that my ability to believe and have hope are enviable. I pride myself on approaching the way I parent my girls and treat my marriage as passionately as I would the pursuit of a dream, because that’s what they both are to me. Politically I have cooled, I used to be much more vocal and ardent, whether it was about freedom of choice or funding of the arts and things like Headstart.
These days I beat my chest only when talking about organic foods and flexible schedules. I am more inclined to be less bold with my opinions, partly because I am a liberal living in a conservative region, a registered democrat in a seriously red region of New York State, but more so because I haven’t felt the breathless need to illuminate a cause or laud a human being. The spark has not been so quick to ignite, except in isolated instances, as I have encountered the odd person with integrity and that ineffable quality that makes you believe that they emerged unscathed by the all-too-common foibles of people in power.
I remember the lightness of being as I discovered just such a person. Suddenly I was outspoken on the street, less hesitant in conversation.
“He’s the real deal.”
“Ha! They’ll see!”
“Change can happen.”
“They aren’t all conniving bastards.”
And when I met his wife, I was awestruck. She was the whole package. Incredibly articulate, passionate, questing and, not that it matters, a knock-out. They have three daughters and I’d be lying if I didn’t imagine Sean and I being like them, perhaps not on a Governor of the state level, but certainly on a crusading for what was important within the circles we could influence.
Today, I sit with a broken heart. The illusion of a man of conviction, integrity and hope gone and in its place another blur in the grand collage of fallen heroes and corrupt leaders. A man who gave in to the tawdry allure of the forbidden.
Oh, Eliot, you cad.
Does the heady scent of power carry with it such a dense cloud of invincibility and daring that you would throw away an entire life for cheap sex?
I cannot fathom wagering everything I had on a young, taut stud. Would it be that gratifying? Are the forty five seconds of pulsing ecstasy worth risking it all?
Forget your wife, forget your daughters, forget the entire state to whom you pledged to do your best–
New York State Governor, Eliot Spitzer
What about your life? Your own soul? What about each tomorrow?
Was it the tricking us that you got off on Eliot?
I cannot help but shake my head, a fierce lump in my throat as bilious pockets of anger threaten to spew forth.
Why did you have to kill my hope, Eliot? I believed in you. We all did.
I live in Jersey and get all the news that's fit to print, but haven't heard about this. I'm off to Google. Sorry about your lost naivete. Or whatever.
Oh no! How awful 🙁
I'd like to say I hope it isn't true but the next story on CNN is an apology from him.
His poor family… and his poor fans 🙁
oh no is right – listening to his speech now…how very sad 🙁
The news story saddened me, on the other coast. He sounded so promising.
And I hated seeing his wife, standing up there with him. What was he thinking?
I'm sorry he crushed your hope. It's a fragile thing, and hard-earned in such a jaded world.
I feel the worst, for her.
It's so public a betrayal and it hurts that much more because of the promises he made to all of you, those he can't fulfill now that he's revealed his fatal flaw.
About five, maybe more years ago, Vanity Fair published an article on him, and I fell in love with his idealism, his ass-kicking, his spark. I felt the chills, too.
And last night, I just wanted to take that woman standing behind him and hold her in my arms.
This being human thing, it just isn't for us mortals.
If I were his wife, I would have told him to stand at the damn podium all by himself. He didn't deserve her company.
Again, I can't help feeling bewildered that this was a man bent on weeding out corruption, caught with his hands (and other appendages) in the same pot. Sad, sad, sad. I feel your pain.
It seems that we have no heroes. Or, we do, and then find out how awfully flawed they really are.
You get it! THIS is why I will never let my guard down in my marriage, why I never become complacent. You just never freaking know!
His wife… that's the one I hurt for. To have to stand beside this man at that moment, when all of that press could have been used for a crusade to help causes they both believed in… what a crushing defeat for her, that she didn't see coming, and didn't deserve.
I'm sick for her and how this will shape her life. And Eliot,… I just have no words.
Why is it always sex that brings them down?
It's truly bizarre, shocking, sad, disillusioning. And weird.
You're too much ….
First time in or on a blog …
What a hoot … distraction
Nice construction project …
Absolutely wonderful beautiful family you have!
A Liberal in a seriously Red zone … just love it …
I'm a Neocon (or Dinosaur) trapped in a Marxis State of Massachusetts … perhaps we would be best to visit each other more often
DrWidebody from Pittsfield