Eliot Spitzer Does It With His Socks On.

Eliot Spitzer does it with his socks on.

I know this, not because I had any desire to know the coital footwear habits of the former Governor, but because the information was inescapable. The knowledge came to me despite my best efforts to avoid any television, radio, or print coverage of the scandal. Likewise through no efforts of my own, I know what the prostitute involved in the scandal looks like, what NJ high school she graduated from, what some of her classmates thought of her, and so on and so on....
I know nothing at all about the lives of Andy Habsieger, Thomas C. Ray II, David B. Williams, David S. Stelmat, Tyler J. Smith, Gregory D. Unruh, Michael D. Elledge, Christopher C. Simpson, Lerando J. Brown, William D. O'Brien, Juantrea T. Bradley, Dustin C. Jackson, Tenzin L. Samten, Laurent J. West, Phillip R. Anderson, Donald A. Burkett, Torre R. Mallard, Shawn M. Suzch, Ernesto G. Cimarrusti, David D. Julian, Robert T. McDavid, and Scott A. McIntosh, except that they (along with at least six other individuals whose names have not yet been released) at some point volunteered to serve in the United States military, and that, at some point over the 16 days since The New York Times broke the Spitzer sex scandal, their lives came to an abrupt end.

I had too look for this information. It wasn't difficult to find by any means, but the simple fact that I had to make a conscious effort to find out about their deaths means that, in the eyes of the media, and apparently in the eyes of the vast majority of Americans, their lives and the conflict in which they ended are of less importance than the former New York Governor’s feet.

What the fuck is wrong with us?

I wonder if the 28 individuals in question died instantly, of if some didn't have a moment to contemplate their impending deaths, and what they were dying for. I wonder if they comforted themselves with a beleif that they were dying for they're country, or met their end with outrage and the knowledge that the bulk of the citizens in the country whose service they died simply couldn't give a shit.

Sorry guys, we're talking about elected officials, prostitutes, and socks this week; guess you just had shitty timing. Should have died on a slow news week, or in the early years of the war, when it was still front page material. Variety is the spice of life, you know? What's new is what sells news, and there's nothing new in Iraq. Can't very well run a business telling the same story every day for five years, can you? Who wants to read the same damn story four thousand and three times?

Nobody, that's who.

There's nothing sexy about a body count.