Of Easter Eggs, Spitzer and Stones In Glass Houses
Ah, the constantly evolving case of Bungalow Eliot and all the Spitzer snitchers. I have, for the most part, held off on too deep of an analysis on Spitzer because I didn’t think we had anything resembling the real story to operate from, and it kind of plays into the hands of the puppetmasters to constantly race down the false paths they provide (works on the media every time though eh?). That has not changed; the one thing we know for sure is that we don’t know the whole story for sure.
If I wasn’t the first to say that this was an investigation of a person searching for a crime to validate it after the fact, I was right up there. Every now and then even brain dead squirrels find a nut. The Public Corruption section of the US Attorney’s Office for the Southern District of New York, clearly in conjunction with DOJ Main, went on an Easter egg hunt in Eliot Spitzer’s yard under the pre-determined assumption that there were eggs there, and were prepared to plant some if they couldn’t find any. That much is fairly evident at this point, but how did this convoluted persecution really start? And why?
The latest revelation is, of course, that the mondo bondage Republican dirty trickster Roger Stone is knee deep in the primordial muck on the Spitzer hunt. Sex, prostitutes, money, power and dirty political tricks; who could have ever imagined that the Stoner might be involved? Eh, okay, we all should have known. By now, you have all probably got the basics on the Stone angle that has emerged; but just in case, here is a brief recap. Roger Stone is a long time GOP dirty trick and bag man. On Friday March 21, by way of a McClatchey article from the Miami Herald, we learned that:
Almost four months before Gov. Eliot Spitzer resigned in a sex scandal, a lawyer for Republican political operative Roger Stone sent a letter to the FBI alleging that Spitzer ”used the services of high-priced call girls” while in Florida.
The letter, dated Nov. 19, said Miami Beach resident Stone learned the information from ”a social contact in an adult-themed club.” It offered one potentially identifying detail: The man in question hadn’t taken off his calf-length black socks "during the sex act.”
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