I have to tell you, there's a lot of indignation in Washington DC about the Spitzer mess. I went to see the Pogues last night, and then caught some drinks with various friends, and everyone was talking about it with varying degrees of outrage. We always knew that the man had a size twelve ego in a size four soul, but this really does take the cake. We welcome Governor Spitzer into our city, and he imports a prostitute from New York? That's the kind of regard in which he holds us? Who the hell does Eliot Spitzer think he is?

You know, we may never be Gotham, but we're actually pretty proud of our little city here--in fact, I'd go so far as to say that it's the best damn city in . . . um . . . whatever region we're in. And we've got some darn fine businesses here, yes sir, darn fine. Eliot Spitzer may think that he's too good for DC prostitutes, but I'll put our working girls up against any brothel in the world--yes, seven days a week, and twice on Sundays. When I think of all the fine, hardworking local women putting themselves out there every day, just trying to feed their families and maybe buy a ski chalet in Gstaad, and then I think of Eliot Spitzer waltzing into our city with an illegal alien--well, I'll tell you one thing, he'll never be invited to a Chamber of Commerce bruncheon in this town again.