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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Spitzer Not Swallowing Resignation Demands; "Stay Out of Jail" Deals May Change His Mind

New York Governor Eliot Spitzer stayed holed up in his swanky NYC apartment today as calls for his resignation grew. While he stalls New York government, Spitzer is apparently playing footsie with prosecutors, according to some reports.

Rumors are floating that despite a defiant attitude, Switzer may deal to stay out of jail on potential charges resulting from his long-time links with the Emperors Club prostitution ring and associated money laundering. Although there's speculation he may resign tomorrow morning, Spitzer apparently doesn't mind grinding New York's government to a halt over his own private "bump and grind" habits.

Spitzer Successor: David Paterson

Spitzer Scandal Fallout: Silda Spitzer's Sorrow

New reports are surfacing that New York Governor Eliot Spitzer has been soliciting hookers for the past six years. Republican leaders are calling on him to resign or be impeached.

The real victims in this: his wife, Silda Spitzer and three teenaged daughters.

The Peanut Man

The morning is cool, a mist rising off the land. Just past dawn, still sleepy. But you're moving on down the road anyway.

There, under the trees, steam rising from the boiling pot, blending into the wisps of fog. The peanut man.

With the sun still barely tipping over the rounded earth, and the early morning cries of birds, the crossroads up ahead, you think: what did Robert Johnson first see when he met up with the devil? The fire glows hot as the peanut man smiles, chanting "hot boiled peanuts, fresh, sack 'em up. Hot boiled peanuts."

He hands you the sack, wet, hot, tempting with the fullness of hot boiled peanuts. You both smile, changing your money, fragile slip of paper, for what he has to offer: heat, a crunch, a taste like no other, the peanut, extraordinary food.

You hop back in your car. If you're smart, you find plenty of towels, paper or otherwise. Peanut bag goes in your lap, warming you.

Scoop out a hot boiled peanut. Here's where the juice begins, for real. If you know hot boiled peanuts, you don't crack open the peanut and transfer the meat to your mouth.

No, put the peanut in your mouth. Bite down. The warm, salty water, rich with the taste of peanut rushes across your tongue.

Lap your tongue around the peanut and shell. Suck. This is what life tastes like, meaty, salty, and warm, rich.

Remove peanut and shell, extract peanut. Toss shell somewhere. Return peanut, bare, naked, to your mouth. Taste it fully as you chew, the earthy taste of the simple peanut. Packed with protein, served with panache in that cradling shell, the peanut is about as good as it gets in the simple goodness of life.

If you've found a peanut, a whole bag of hot boiled peanuts, you've found food, warmth, sustenance, an entire culture, and something to muse about as you journey on.

Not to mention peanut shells to throw at your brother or buddy. Doesn't matter. The essence is the peanut, rich, rolling in the currents of history, from the Delta to the dawn of a new techno-millenium.

Brother Peanut is going along for the ride. And the peanut man, he'll always be out there, somewhere. No matter how long or hard the trip, suddenly, you round a curve, and there he is, smiling over his pot.

I Found A Peanut

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Spitzer Stepping Down After Sex Scandal; Paterson To Be Acting Governor Until Monday

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Spitzer Not Swallowing Resignation Demands; "Stay Out of Jail" Deals May Change His Mind

Spitzer Successor: David Paterson

Spitzer Scandal Fallout: Silda Spitzer's Sorrow

The Peanut Man

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