I was about to write a witty and insightful post, in which I would cut-and-paste things Eliot Spitzer said about how Grand Theft Auto is ruining America’s morals, and mix in his recent statements about how he’s awfully sorry about the hookers, and add my own clever commentary that would go something like “Glass houses! Neener neener!” only with longer words.
But I just found out that Jake, a high school friend who’s now a rabbinical student, works downstairs from Spitzer’s office and I keep imagining hookers turning up at Rabbi Jake’s door, and then I laugh too hard to type properly.
