Eliot Spitzer, our governor, who made his name prosecuting Wall Street cheaters, has been caught on a federal wiretap making plans to meet an expensive prostitute at a Washington hotel on February 11th.

Known as Client 9, Spitzer made a telephone call confirming plans to have this prostitute travel from New York to Washington, where he had reserved a hotel room.

February 11th. I hope that wasn’t the night he was at Marty’s State of the Borough address. He did seem to leave quickly. No, the State of the Borough was on the 7th.

Well, the news was public for less than ten minutes and our scribe, Leon Freilich, the very prolific verse responder, had this speedy response in sharp prose.

Is there a 10-year-old wannabe Mafioso who doesn’t know you don’t do business–especially dirty business–over the phone? Unbelievably the Feds caught Spitzer on the line with a hooker enterprise ordering up a hot body to be sent to his hotel room in Washington. Arrogant enough to suppose everything goes? Self-destructive?

My guess is he’ll now lash himself to a shrink’s couch long enough–he hopes–for this mis-schtup to blow over.

After 12 years of a Bush-caliber chief state executive, we were lucky enough to get a people’s fighter into the Governor’s Mansion. It’s our loss that he proved, Clinton-like, unable to control himself. A steamroller, as he called himself, without a sense of direction