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Click to access Prostitution%205.pdf

Quite informative, actually. For example:

“… We estimate that prostitutes are officially arrested only once per 450 tricks, with johns arrested even less frequently. Punishment conditional on arrest is limited – roughly 1 in 10 prostitute arrests leads to a prison sentence, with a mean sentence length of 1.2 years among that group.5 For many johns, perhaps the greatest risk is the stigma that comes with having a mug shot posted on the Chicago Police Department web page. There is a surprisingly high prevalence of police officers demanding sex from prostitutes in return for avoiding arrest. For prostitutes who do not work with pimps (and thus are working the streets), roughly three percent of all their tricks are freebies given to police.”

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So true:

Spitzer’s media enablers


March 12, 2008; Page A21

The fall of New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer holds many lessons, and the press will surely be examining them in coming months. But don’t expect the press corps to delve into the biggest lesson of all — its own role as his enabler.

Journalists have spent the past two days asking how a man of Mr. Spitzer’s stature would allow himself to get involved in a prostitution ring. The answer, in my mind, is clear. The former New York attorney general never believed normal rules applied to him, and his view was validated time and again by an adoring press. “You play hard, you play rough, and hopefully you don’t get caught,” said Mr. Spitzer two years ago. He never did get caught, because most reporters were his accomplices.

Journalism has many functions, but perhaps the most important is keeping tabs on public officials. That duty is even more vital concerning government positions that are subject to few other checks and balances. Chief among those is the prosecutor, who can use his awesome state power to punish, even destroy, private citizens.

Yet from the start, the press corps acted as an adjunct of Spitzer power, rather than a skeptic of it. Many journalists get into this business because they want to see wrongs righted. Mr. Spitzer portrayed himself as the moral avenger. He was the slayer of the big guy, the fat cat, the Wall Street titan — all allegedly on behalf of the little guy. The press ate it up, and came back for more.

Time magazine bestowed upon Mr. Spitzer the title “Crusader of the Year,” and likened him to Moses. Fortune dubbed him the “Enforcer.” A fawning article in the Atlantic Monthly in 2004 explained he was “a rock star,” and “the Democratic Party’s future.” In an uncritical 2006 biography, then Washington Post reporter Brooke Masters compared the attorney general to no less than Teddy Roosevelt.

What the media never acknowledged is that somewhere along the line (say, his first day in public office) Mr. Spitzer became the big guy, the titan. He had the power to trample lives and bend the rules, while also burnishing his own political fortune. He was the one who deserved as much, if not more, scrutiny as onetime New York Stock Exchange chief Dick Grasso or former American International Group CEO Maurice “Hank” Greenberg.

What makes this more embarrassing for any self-respecting journalist is that Mr. Spitzer knew all this, and played the media like a Stradivarius. He knew what sort of storyline they’d be sympathetic to, and spun it. He knew, too, that as financial journalism has become more competitive, breaking news can make a career. He doled out scoops to favored reporters, who repaid him with allegiance. News organizations that dared to criticize him were cut off. After a time, few criticized anymore.

Instead, reporters felt obligated to run with whatever he handed them. Consider the report in the wake of a 2005 op-ed in this newspaper by John Whitehead. A respected Wall Street figure, Mr. Whitehead dared to criticize Mr. Spitzer for his unscrupulously zealous pursuit of Mr. Greenberg. Mr. Spitzer later threatened Mr. Whitehead, telling him in a phone call that “You will pay the price. This is only the beginning and you will pay dearly for what you have done.” Some months later, after more Spitzer excesses, Mr. Whitehead had the temerity to write another op-ed describing what Mr. Spitzer had said.

Within a few days, the press was reporting (unsourced, of course) that Mr. Whitehead had defended Mr. Greenberg a few weeks after a Greenberg charity had given $25 million to the World Trade Center Memorial Foundation — a group Mr. Whitehead chaired. So Mr. Whitehead’s on-the-record views were met with an unsourced smear implying bad faith. The press ran with it anyway.

In 2005, Mr. Spitzer went on national television to suggest that Mr. Greenberg had engaged in criminal activity. It was front-page news. About six months later, on the eve of a Thanksgiving weekend, Mr. Spitzer quietly disclosed that he lacked the evidence to press criminal charges. That news was buried inside the papers.

What makes this history all the more unfortunate is that the warning signs about Mr. Spitzer were many and manifest. In the final days of Mr. Spitzer’s run for attorney general in 1998, the news broke that he’d twisted campaign-finance laws so that his father could fund his unsuccessful 1994 run. Mr. Spitzer won anyway, and the story was largely forgotten.

New York Stock Exchange caretaker CEO John Reed suggested Mr. Spitzer hadn’t told the truth when he said that it was Mr. Reed who wanted him to investigate Mr. Grasso’s pay. The press never investigated.

Mr. Spitzer’s main offense as a prosecutor is that he violated the basic rules of fairness and due process: Innocent until proven guilty; the right to your day in court. The Spitzer method was to target public companies and officials, leak allegations and out-of-context emails to a compliant press, watch the stock price fall, threaten a corporate indictment (a death sentence), and then move in for a quick settlement kill. There was rarely a trial, fair or unfair, involved.

On the substance, his court record speaks for itself. Most of Mr. Spitzer’s high-profile charges have gone up in smoke. A New York state judge threw out his case against tax firm H&R Block. He lost his prosecution against Bank of America broker Ted Sihpol (whom Mr. Spitzer threatened to arrest in front of his child and pregnant wife). Mr. Spitzer was stopped by a federal judge from prying confidential information out of mortgage companies. Another New York judge blocked the heart of his suit against Mr. Grasso. Mr. Greenberg continues to fight his civil charges. The press was foursquare behind Mr. Spitzer in all these cases, and in a better world they’d share some of his humiliation.

Instead, remarkably, they continue to defend him. Ms. Masters, his biographer, was on CNN the day Mr. Spitzer’s prostitution news broke, reassuring viewers that the governor really was a “lovely” guy. Other news reporters were reporting what a “tragedy” it was that such a leading light in the Democratic Party could come to such an ignoble end.

There’s little that’s tragic about Mr. Spitzer, unless you consider his victims (which would appear to include his own family). The press would do well to meditate on that, and consider how many violations they winked at and validated over the years. Politicians don’t exist to be idolized by the press, at least not by any press corps doing its job.

Ms. Strassel, who covered Eliot Spitzer’s investigations, now writes the Journal’s Potomac Watch column from Washington.

It’s the “make a difference” crowd. Always eager to have a Teddy Roosevelt figure to suck up to. It’s the same amoral, sycophantic, slavering-for-spectacle mindset which nearly destroyed the lives of three Duke lacrosse players, despite a massive preponderance of evidence that the players were innocent of the charges. It’s the same press corps that nearly destroyed the lives of the Haditha Marines, and the same corps that did destroy the career of Michael “Brownie” Brown.

Spitzer should be thankful. In any other country he would have “committed suicide.”

However, the notion that Spitzer “play[ed] the press like a Stradivarius” is far too charitable. The press knows the game it plays. It just doesn’t give a damn about destroying productive, successful lives to give John Q. Idiot one week’s worth of bread and circuses.

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Apparently, “Study shows …” is today’s equivalent of “The Bible says.” It allows you to frame an utterly ridiculous finding, such as “200 million people to be displaced by 2020 due to flooding caused by global warming” “steroids have no effect on baseball performance,” or as Drudge is broadcasting today, “1 in 4 American teen girls has sex transmitted disease” as reasonable and grounded in thorough, dispassionate analysis.

Of all girls ages 13 to 19, let’s assume the average age of loss of virginity to be at 16. That means that 50% of American teens have never had sex at all under a normal distribution. So this study is basically saying that half of all teen girls are STD-positive.


How much you want to bet that Trojan funded this ;-)

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More grist for us bears.

Mike Burgur returned from work last month to interrupt a break-in at his rented Clearwater Beach condominium.

The intruders were stripping fans off the ceiling and the knobs off the doors. They had carted out the refrigerator and yanked up a toilet. They’d even pulled the plates off electrical outlets and unscrewed the faucet handles.

As he stepped around the broken eggs and jelly jars on the kitchen floor, Burgur had no trouble recognizing the culprit: It was his own landlady.

“I’m going to strip this mother,” the 70-ish property owner raved to Burgur, as she ripped apart the 950-square-foot unit on Island Way.

Welcome to a dark corner of the foreclosure business: People who lose their homes to foreclosure and in a pique of revenge strip the homes before the bank takes them back.

Local experts estimate such borderline looting occurs in roughly 20 percent of bank repossessions. But foreclosures are such an explosive growth industry in the Tampa Bay area – hundreds of properties enter the mortgage default pipeline each month – that home stripping affects scores of properties.

“She even took my shower rod and coffee pot,” Burgur said of his landlady, who hadn’t paid her mortgage in full for more than a year before the bank seized the $300,000 condo in January.

The law is a bit foggy on the difference between personal property that is portable and real property that is not. Is the stained glass window you installed in the bathroom your personal property or does it stay with the house? The same goes for built-in book shelves, curtain rods and your grandmother’s antique chandelier.

“That’s like saying that when a bank takes back your car, you’ll go back and take the speakers out of it,” said Miami-based banking expert Ken Thomas. “The house was never yours. You had a mortgage on it.”

But there’s no denying that many strip jobs are deliberately destructive. Witness this single-story beige stucco house in St. Petersburg’s Northeast Park neighborhood. The old owner bought the house near the peak of the market in 2005 for $152,800 and couldn’t make the payments.

Neighbors were shocked last month when, as the bank zeroed in on the house, the former owner leased a Bobcat excavator and uprooted the wooden privacy fence and five palm trees. Postholes still litter the yard.

That wasn’t the end of it. The ex-owner dismantled and removed the garage door and the double French doors in the rear, leaving the home exposed to the elements. A piece of plywood now covers the gap in the back.

That’s what happens when you give a house to somebody for free.

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Onward hip-hop soldiers

I was watching the trip-hop “The Way I Are” music video, and I wandered to the song’s Wikipedia entry because I have wondered what 3 English footballers could possibly have to do with an American rap/ hip-hop song. (There were 3 UK footballers in the video.) I didn’t get an answer to that question, but I did find out how incredibly popular this song has been around the world.

Most of my cultural “notes” ooze pessimism. But this song exemplifies how American culture, for all its faults and sludge, has wiped the floor in the global cultural marketplace. I think American cultural dominance is sad, because I think American culture is pretty much garbage.

But, assuming the Wikipedia entry is correct, this American hip-hop song was stunningly the #1 single for at least 1 week in countries as different as: Australia, Bulgaria, Cyprus, Denmark, Estonia, Ireland, Israel, Norway, Poland, Slovakia, Turkey, the UK, and of course the United States.

It was also the #2 or #3 single in Belgium, the Netherlands, France, Switzerland, and Hungary.

That is profound soft power.

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