I Want You To Find This Nancy-Boy Lloyd Blankfein, I Want Him Dead! I Want His Family Dead! I Want His House Burned To The Ground! Oh, And Send Him An Invitation To My Fundraiser Dinner, Would You?
Really, you don't get much more full of yourself than this. All we can hope for (and we are really hoping believe me) is that somewhere out there, lurking in the shadows of a moderately priced weekend package for a not-quite-five-star hotel, there is an Ashley Dupre servicing the caped bonus crusader. I'm not too worried. He has become so Spitzerlike that it would be surprising if it was only this Spitz-feature that he lacked.
Wall Street Bigs Won't Help Cuomo Blow Out Candle$ [NY Post]