Just once, I'd like to see a politician caught with his pants down (so to speak) not trot out his wronged wife to stand beside him as he issues his mea culpa. I'd like to have been spared the spectacle of watching New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer announce that he had strayed from his own standards with wife Silda at his side.

Or if we have to see the wife, couldn't it be as she is throwing his suits, socks and golf clubs on the sidewalk while invoking the name of a ruthless di ...

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