OK, I'm not surprised that Spitzer is caught up in another prostitution racket; at this point it's par for the course for a man with so much love to share. What I don't get is this hooey I heard about The Spitz paying a hooker to watch another couple do the nasty. Hey buddy, we call that porn... and now that I think about we generally don't pay people to watch it with us live.* I could at least on some level appreciate the cracking up (the only rational explanation for such madness) and throwing in with prostitutes, but this... this just says that he had way too much money and time on his hands. It almost qualifies as grotesque conspicuous consumption in my book, and I ain't down with that.
* I believe they call this dinner theater in Europe.