ProNew York Governor and former Attorney General Eliot Spitzer became the latest victim of a Pussitocracy run amok.  In what is becoming a growing problem, over-achievers are finding it more and more difficult to get laid, and as a result are finding themselves left with no choice but to buy a piece of ass. 

In what is apparently yet another case of an overworked, undersexed leader succumbing to the need for a little somethin' somethin' that he couldn't get on the home front, Spitzer called for take out from The Emperors Club.  It is unknown whether he ordered egg rolls with his dish, but speculation is that he did request an extra serving of spicy sauce for his noodle. 

The trend of the Pussitocracy to not lay enough good men has been apparent for some time as Madames from around the world have exploited the hole in the system to gain wealth, fame and power.  Most notably, Heidi Fliess' prostitution ring gained widespread attention when hard working, but not completely buff men on the west coast couldn't get the time of day from west coast women.  Recently, the Sugarloaf Country Club Madames, Lisa Ann Taylor and Nicole Probert, exploited the Pussitocracy defect in Atlanta.  The Asian sex trade, Adult Friend Finder, the Chicken Ranch, high-speed internet and Amsterdam all exist because of this overwhelming Pussitocracy problem.

So, just where did the Pussitocracy run off the tracks and stop getting properly railed?  It is difficult to tell, but apparently somewhere between when women were transitioning from free-love to hitting the glass ceiling.  Women throughout the developed world have over the past three decades been abdicating their responsibility to balance the forces of nature and spread the sex around. 

As it now stands, the same guys are getting laid over and over, while many good guys go without.  This statistacal anamoly, tells us two things.  One, women are still having sex, which is good.  Two, they are doing it with the same guys their friends did it with, which, after you are done being turned on by that thought, is pretty gross.  What is ironic, is that these ladies who fuck the same guys their friends did still complain about not being able to find a guy to marry.  And once they do get married, they stop fucking the guy, which of course just leads to more problems for them to complain about, which in the end really could be the actual solution to the problem as what guys really want to fuck those bitches anyway.

Nowadays, if a guy doesn't take the "Mystery Method" course on how to con women into sexing him up, he generally doesn't stand a chance to have a good time with a woman for free, and thus must make more money to pay for his good time.  Men throw themselves into their work which sets off a vicious cycle of the aformentioned nagging woman syndrom because their man isn't at home begging for sex he isn't going to get.  This cycle really must be broken or we hasten the decline of civilization. 

The problem is so severe that sirens and red lights should have went off when President Bill Clinton had to settle for a hummer from a chubby intern in the White House.  Some things just aren't right.  A President should have movie starlets and models stopping buy to throw him a little love.  Somehow, the victim in this case, ended up getting impeached, while the pussitocrator got a quarter million dollar a year job hocking beauty products that don't even make her look good.

The most disturbing effect of the breakdowns in the system are that our nation's core leadership are increasingly falling prey to the trap.  Whether it is a Congressman in a Minnasota airport rest room, a President with the aforementioned chubbahummer, a southern preacher with a gay hooker or a now sitting Governor tatting a piece of for hire tang, the implications are potentially devestating to society.  Which sexually frustrated pol will fall to the temptation of sex for hire next?  Could the next President be at risk for an orgy?  Will the sexually repressed moral majority (really a vocal minority) cause anymore increases in prostitution?  At what point will sexual repression be elevated to the use of weaponry for political ends?

What many buy-side analysts believe to be occuring now is that women are creating a market for pussy that is approaching bubble territory.  By fucking the same guys, and not spreading the action around, e.g. stimulating demand while regulating supply, the price of pussy is sky-rocketing.  This market manipulation is making prostitution extremely lucrative.  Middle class guys are even finding hookers hard to resist despite the bubble pricing because of the returns they hear their friends are getting.

Irritated wives and girlfriends have been heard complaining about the bubble as they have less money to shop and less control over their man's time.  Maybe, just maybe, women ought to shut the fuck up and swallow the guppy a little more often.  And when they are done taking care of their man, remind their younger hussy friends to not fuck the guy they heard their other friend just broke up with, and rather, fuck that guy's friend who was always just hanging around. (Editor's note: The Real Wisconsin News does not promote promiscuity.  However, ladies, we know you are doing it, so for gawd's sake, jump into a different part of the gene pool than your friends if you are single, or do a reverse cowgirl for your man once in awhile, otherwise, you are in fact supporting the prostitution trade.)

Spitzer's unfortunate downfall is just another in a long list of sexcapades for the sex starved, and another welcome distraction for the crooks on Wall Street and in Washington, as well as, a wonderful box to stand on for NY Assembly Rebulican leader James Tedisco.  In reality, Spitzer is just a symptom of a greater problem, pussy control.

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James Trebedeau and his wife Linda built their dream home along the Fox River in Brookfield two years ago. Now, they stand a few hundred yards from the home as a cleaning crew pulls out their furniture, paintings, rare Ming Dynasty vases, and various other items from the sprawling ranch. To James, it’s not enough that nobody was not hurt. “I worked hard for the items with which I furnished my home,” said the lawyer. “We lost everything, and all the news keeps saying is that people have been lucky to survive. What a load of crap!” Linda, a doctor who works in Milwaukee, added, “We’ve never done anything to deserve this. It’s not like we live in some project on Hampton in the core and expect raw sewerage in our house. We’re not dealing drugs here or stealing from others, so why are we having to live with my sister in Sussex?” Linda says that they cannot estimate the value of the items lost to the rising waters, and she was disgusted by the lackluster efforts of hired workers to save their possessions. “One little Mexican fellow waded in and pulled out an unframed Vitold oil painting with his greasy bare hands. And he acted like he was doing us a favor!” James was also disappointed with the relief efforts of various organizations. “The Red Cross offered us sandwiches on week-old white bread. Like something one of the workers pulled out of a metal lunch pail from the back of his pickup. And water… if I wanted water, I’d walk into my den with a Laliques decanter and scoop some up. I needed a real drink to deal with the carnage, not plastic-bottled city water.” The Trebedeaus built their home on an area once zoned as a wildlife refuge and natural flood plain, but reclaimed by Brookfield for expansion. “We bought the lot because it was on the other side of the river from the seedy townhouses going up, and it allowed us a beautiful view of the river and many of the mature trees left over after the land was flattened for development,” said James. “The only annoying thing about living here, until my home was decimated, was all the toads I run over with my Escalade. It’s a very peaceful location.” All the Trebedeaus can do now is hope for the water to recede and for some sort of Federal aide to help them rebuild. “I pay more in taxes than the average American earns in a year, and I expect to have a brand new home by this time next year,” said the lawyer. “And, no, it’s not enough that everyone’s safe. Brookfield owes me for allowing me to build here. The builder owes me for not building my house high enough to avoid flood waters. The companies who produced the pumps and sandbags owe me because their products did not perform up to spec. GM owes me because that piece of junk Escalade crapped out on me on River Rd. while I was going to hire some help—if a top-of-the-line SUV cannot go through a few feet of water without stalling, it might as well be Kia Sedona. And finally, the salvage company I hired owes be big for mishandling our goods while pulling them out of the water. All in all, we deserve much better than this, and even if nobody is hurt right now, someone will lose his meager livelihood because of this.”
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