A More Perfect 'Press Conference of Shame' (UPDATE)

I'm all coffee'd up now. :-)

Everyone is blogging the downfall of Governor Eliot Spitzer (D-NY), whose prostitution activities were recently revealed and who may have some money-laundering charges to answer in the future. Most of the coverage is a little on the boring side. (A politician with a wayward wanker? Imagine that.) Today, it's a resignation watch, as Spitzer seems to be hemming and hawing around the issue of whether he’s going to bail or not, ala Larry Craig.

Over at Right Wing News, however, John Hawkins puts up a little photo montage; visual documentation of several obligatory “Press Conferences Of Shame”—that is, the press conferences during which a male politician possessing a Wayward Wanker stands before the public and confesses his sins while his presumably long-suffering wife stands mutely next to him looking miserable. The Spitzers took their place in that number yesterday.

I look at these women and silently wish that one of them would just start kicking her man’s a** right there in front of God and everybody, and not just for the entertainment value (or the blogging value). Being cheated on is one thing, but these women have also been humiliated. That's just a bit more than the standard level of treachery.

And on top of that, these women have been cajoled into standing there next to He of the Wayward Wanker and, yet again, listen to how they’ve been humiliated. They’re told that it’s “for the good of the family” or “for the good of my career”—more likely the latter. So they stand there looking like something the cat dragged in; objects of pity.

Blech. Forget that noise.

I just wish that, say, Mrs. Spitzer would have put her man on the canvas right there on camera, talking about “you weren’t thinking about your career when you were banging them hos, were ya? A**hole.” It would probably save their marriage, if not his career.

Then again, most guys who have wives who would cold-cock them try to be good anyway. Nothing like a little incentive.

(Thanks to Memeorandum)

RELATED: "Who are these women?"

Your man has just humiliated you in front of the world. [SNIP] How do you stand by his side at the press conference? How do you hold his hand as you walk off the stage?

It's nice to know that I'm not the only one wondering at this.

(Thanks to Hot Air)

UPDATE: This is sort of what I had in mind.