I've always felt about Eliot Spitzer the way devout Republicans felt about FDR in about 1938, so the news that he had a Lucy Mercer of his own -- and that she was a professional, no less -- was good news to me. I never thought he had it in him. Spitzer seemed too reptilian to end his career this way.
From time to time, Forbes adds to its list of the 400 wealthiest an appendix of who added money the fastest (per hour) to their fortunes. Assuming a 40-hour workweek and a 40% average tax rate (okay, let's knock it down to 30% and assume she's dallying with members of the right committees), "Kristen" was earning up to $11,000,000 per year. Not quite Forbes 400 material, but if she puts the money into tax-free munis at 6% after working from ages 18 to 28, she'll be nearly a billionaire by the time she's eligible for Social Security. And that, of course, assumes that her sessions with Eliot didn't enhance her star power.
Here is The New York Times breaking the story.
The Smoking Gun has documentation.
Dealbreaker goes all dealbreaker on him.
At to why I dislike him so much, here's a summary: Spitzer's legal tactic (singular!) is and has always been to take a complicated industry, spot a small amount of fraud, and conflate it with a standard practice to get better headlines and bigger penalties. Thus, the practice of market-timing was treated as identical to fraudulent backdated trades, bad analysts at investment banks were turned into a conspiracy to hype IPOs at the expense of the investing public, and paying commissions to insurance brokers became synonymous with price-fixing. Eliot Spitzer (who buy the way invested money with admitted stock manipulator and clownish con artist Jim Cramer) slandered tens of thousands, and destroyed billions of dollars of investor savings, all in a pointless quest for better PR and more electoral victories. I'm thrilled that he got caught having sex with a whore, and wish him all the misery he deserves.