New York Magazine has a long but fascinating item about the rapid downfall of Eliot Spitzer.I had not realized he was on his way to becoming an honorary Kennedy. For all the psychobabble about how he could throw his career away on some hookers, could it well be the guy has much more deep-rooted problems heretofore unknown?
Missing- Sailing, Drowning Women & Rape (ah, never mind)
Sure appears that way.
This part jumped off the page.
Yet even as his gubernatorial hand grew stronger, signs of personal trouble were growing harder to ignore. Did Spitzer even want to be governor? Every time things were looking good, he’d screw himself. One longtime close associate says that Spitzer’s drinking increased significantly. “He definitely drank a lot more, even from two years ago,” the aide says, “and much more than when he was A.G. He’s a Scotch drinker.”Scotch, Tasty, Don't see a problem yet
Spitzer, says a friend, has always been attracted to “rough-around-the-edges types, dese-dem-dose kinds of guys.” If Spitzer could never be an authentic, old-school neighborhood guy, at least his money could buy himself a taste of the edgy, subterranean life. For years Spitzer had been reckless—in his foulmouthed conversation, in his contempt for his adversaries, in his use of the power he’d been given as attorney general. But when he found himself thwarted as governor, Spitzer’s recklessness sloshed over into his personal life.