The U.S.-India polo match that has come to define the public's notion of the Salahis' social life was an overblown charade that raised barely any money for the Salahis' charitable foundation, which was also an overblown charade, The Washington Post reports.

[M]any sponsors listed by America's Cup for 2010—including Land Rover, Cartier, the St. Regis Hotel in Washington and the Ritz-Carlton Hotel Co.—say they are not sponsors for that event. Many vendors in previous years said in interviews that the Salahis have not paid for their services in the event's three-year history, expenses totaling about $500,000. Many have filed lawsuits, and the couple has countersued often.

The polo cup's website claims it has been "patroned every year by the President of the United States," though there is no record of any president doing such a thing. Tareq is on the regard saying the 2007 cup raised $250,000, despite the fact that Journey for the Cure—the event's beneficiary—received only $18,608 that entire year. Some speculate about "non-charitable purposes" (read: embezzlement) but it seems more likely that the pay-off was emotional. The Salahis' collective fibs are the "Stuff White People Like" of high society: Land Rovers, Cartier, polo matches, royalty. Even their cancer charity, "Journey for the Cure," has a hollow ring to it, like something you'd read in a chick lit novel about blue bloods.

And then there are other reports of other, even sadder party crashes, like the time Michaela crashed a Redskins cheerleader reunion and almost got away with it—until she got overconfident and tried to bust a move. ("But when I saw her dance, I thought, 'hell no!'" one of the legit cheerleaders told the New York Post.) Or their Congressional Black Caucus party crash, where the Salahis were allegedly escorted out.

The ability to look someone in the eye and tell a bald-faced lie, and to keep telling it with utmost certainty, even as your listener realizes that you are lying, is a rare skill. When it appears, it tends to be in the power-hungry and fame-obsessed: Rod Blagojevich, Omarosa, and Octomom come to mind. These are creatures both marvelous and perplexing: Do they ever let the guard down, even internally? Is there ever a moment when Michaele turns to Tareq and says, "That whopper was a big one. Are you sure we can get away with this?" What about when the Salahis filed their $18K Journey for the Cure tax return—how did they delude themselves then? Is it really possible to stare untruths in the face, then flip your hair, flash a smile, and pose for the camera—or do you just have to break down and go postal at some point?

In Moore's story—which, we remind you again, was an amusing anecdote delivered on a late-night comedy talk show program—he went to Chavez's hotel room to ask him to please quiet down and ended up partying with him all night. They consumed a bottle and a half of tequila. And the punchline was that Chavez's speech to the UN was made up mostly of things Moore said to him, while drunk.

Now. According to the public record, Chavez and Moore met in Venice for three hours during the day. And also Chavez is a teetotaler.

Obviously, Marxists are not happy with Moore.

Franz JT Lee, a Marxist academic and blogger, claimed that the film-maker's comments were "part of the United States' 'war of ideas'" against Venezuela, and said similar "propaganda" led to the rise of the Nazis in 1930s Germany.

Right. Well. Michael Moore himself is not happy with people repeating this made-up anecdote he told, though! He claims that the bit where the meeting happened late at night, and not during the day, is true! He does not make any claims about the rest of it, with the tequila and the speech. But the time of day, though, that is rock solid.

Obviously Moore is a liar who hates America and we must always remember that even when he has a legitimate point to make about anything. (He is fat, too.)

Commence arguing!

Onetwothreefourfivesix. Six emails in my inbox, from Tucker Max. Although none of them were anything worth writing home about. And then there was that time you wanted to challenge us to some bet about your movie, which caused Ian Spiegelman to unleash that epic, apoplectic rant, remember? That was funny.

Anyhow.

Bernanke has a beard and is, therefore, the untrustworthy sort. So we would not put too much stock (heh) in this:

"From a technical perspective, the recession is very likely over at this point," he said, adding that "it's still going to feel like a very weak economy for some time, as many people will still find that their job security and their employment status is not what they wish it was."

From a technical perspective, our schools are too broke to buy pencils. From a technical perspective, the airline industry's losing $11 billion.From a technical perspective, Americans have been forced to take to the Wal-Mart electronics section to watch their pornography.

Perhaps, sir, this is what you were referring to: Various statistics contained in a news article prove that rich people are still buying all types of expensive shit, whenever they want. Is this what America "needs," sir? Or, by contrast, does America need real Americans with real jobs for the middle class, and families? You know what I'm getting at, sir. This election day, vote for the change America needs. For the economy. For jobs. For families and other buzzwords. Vote for a politician.

Don't forget.
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This ill-advised and delusional jailhouse interview with ABC News is just the thing to sustain all you Hipster Grifter addicts until the Law and Order episode comes out.

"As far as this whole story is concerned, I think that the reason it has been such a big deal is because I am pretty, intelligent and very well spoken," Ferrell told ABC News in a series of phone interviews from jail. "I am charming and funny."

Kari will not be sentenced for her crimes until next month, so perhaps teary contrition is in order, here? Nonsense! She lied in court at her extradition hearing, and she's not about to let her hardcore record be marred. We sincerely hope that Kari Ferrell is slyly manipulating us all. Rather than this being her sincere explanation as to why so many people came out to tell stories about her, you know, robbing them and stuff:

"Everybody wants their 15 minutes of fame," she said

Sure. Kari, you see, is different. She wasn't "WASPy enough" to stick with her tennis lessons; she was "already reading at a college level " in second grade(!), she says; her keen and rebellious mind was a little to much for those white-bread teachers:

"In history I always asked about the war in the Philippines or how Columbus slaughtered millions of people. And that's not what they teach in the public schools in Utah," Ferrell said. "The teachers had no idea what to do with me."

Send you to detention, for stealing chalk? We may never know. What we do know is that after ending the war in the Philippines, Kari eventually made her way to New York, ripping people off all along the way. She got written up by Doree Shafrir, got famous, got caught, and got shipped back to Utah, where she's getting ready to do her time. And her plan when she gets out, my friends: To return to New York, with its infinite capacity to "forgive."

But not to forget.

Poor Joe Wilson was not ready for the spotlight. In the 18 hours since he attempted to turn a ceremonial speech to Congress into a WWF rally, he has:

• Been revealed as a deadbeat whose debts could very well exceed his assets and a liar (that word!) who failed to report assets on his last congressional disclosure.
• Been revealed as a secessionist dead-ender who fought to the last to keep the Confederate Flag flying over the South Carolina statehouse.
• And turned in, as Talking Points Memo notes, one of the shakiest post-apology news conferences in the history of politics, throwing off flopsweat of Nixonian proportions.

Wilson made clear in that impromptu news conference that he only apologized because he was told to by the Republican leadership, who have apparently emerged from the cocoon of their own white rage long enough to realize that a nearly bankrupt Stars'n'Bars-waving congressman shouting "liar" at a black president from the floor of Congress is not good optics. His confederate in the Senate, Lindsey Graham (R-S.C.), says ol' Joe's gonna be just fine, and manages in the video at the top of this post to somehow pivot from why his fellow South Carolinian couldn't avoid attempting to shout down the president to a discussion of what an unreasonable partisan hack Obama is and how it's his fault that people call him a liar while he's trying to address Congress anyway and don't you know Joe Wilson has four kids in the military!?

Obama, of course, accepted the apology because he's just that cool.

Oh, and as for the substance of Wilson's charge, that Obama was lying when he said his proposal wouldn't extend healthcare to illegal immigrants? We could link to stories that give the answer, but you know it already, and what's the point? Obama tried to play grownup last night and raise the debate above bullshit hyperbolic charges and while he was doing that someone hurled a bullshit hyperbolic charge at him. And what are we all talking about today?

McCaughey's schtick, as described by James Fallows, is to pose as a disinterested, objective researcher who is just shocked and dismayed to find something insane and evil in a piece of legislation supported by a Democratic president.

And then she sits down to write a very serious and nonpartisan and concerned piece of analysis of this evil thing in the legislation that she made up. And then some respectable outlet publishes her serious analysis. And then, within minutes, partisan Republican columnists, talk radio hosts, politicians, and operatives are disseminating talking points taken directly from that serious piece of entirely made-up bullshit analysis.

Her first stab at derailing this year's health care debate came with a Bloomberg column about fictitious health care rationing hidden in the stimulus bill.

In a July 24 column for the New York Post, McCaughey smeared Ezekiel Emanuel (the nice Emanuel brother) as a murderous "deadly doctor."

In a radio interview with Fred Thompson, McCaughey got more explicit, wholly inventing mandatory death panel sessions American seniors would have to face every five years.

And, thus, "death panels." From Betsy to Rush to Sarah Palin to Chuck Grassley to your own old relatives forwarding you crazy shit, probably.

Of course, she's been at this forever. In 1994, McCaughey worked for the Manhattan Institute, a right-wing think tank. And then she wrote a piece for The New Republic about how the Clinton health care plan would not allow people to buy health care coverage outside the government-run plan. This, obviously, was false. George Will picked up on it, adding nonsense about jail terms.

(Andrew Sullivan edited The New Republic from 1991 through 1996. In 1994, Sullivan was on a roll, publishing both the objectively racist pseudoscience of The Bell Curve and Betsy McCaughey's No Exit. This was all before Ruth Shalit and Stephen Glass. Current editor Franklin Foer apologized for the McCaughey piece shortly after assuming his position. Sullivan never really has. McCaughey's story was really more the fault of owner/"editor-in-chief" Marty Peretz, of course, because he had a psychotic hatred of Bill Clinton.)

So. After that one lying story full of lies made her famous, Al D'Amato told George Pataki to make her Lietenant Governor of New York. She did not get along with Pataki, and she famously, weirdly, stood up for the entirety of Pataki's 1996 State of the State address. In 1997, Pataki dropped her from the ticket with a nasty public letter and she decided to become a Democrat in order to run against him. She ended up on the Liberal Party ticket, and lost, obviously, and then she moved to DC to work for the Hudson Institute, another right-wing think tank.

So she is a known liar and an elected Republican politician (her brief and bizarre stint as a vengeful Liberal party candidate aside), and here she is still forcing people to argue with chimerical fantasies instead of legitimate criticisms of progressive legislation.

We are hard pressed to come up any equivalent figure on "the left," who openly and intentionally lies in the service of her partisan arguments, and who continues to do so with relative impunity, in major publications, long after the lies are exposed.

The video was uploaded to YouTube on July 24. The caption promotes the forthcoming book based on Rosenblat's life, The Apple, without noting that the book is a novel and the entire story told by Rosenblat in the video is a lie.

Rosenblat is speaking in the video to the producers of the movie version of his book, who have been steadfast in their determination to put his story — his made-up story — to film. Rosenblat repeats his old tale about a girl who threw him apples, even though he has since said his wife told him about throwing apples to some other boy in some other camp, and he just pretended it was him, but he believed it so it was OK. So he's now back to believing some made up imaginary thing. Positive thinking.

Daily Finance's Jeff Bercovici did some poking around and discovered that Limbaugh hasn't bothered to put his Fifth Avenue penthouse on the market.

Limbaugh has yet to make any such arrangements — or, if he has, he's been keeping them from Kit Carson, his producer and "chief of staff." When I attempted to contact Limbaugh to ask him about his relocation plans, I was directed to Carson, who told me he'd forwarded my remarks to his boss, to no avail. "All I can tell you is, I put the question into him, and I got nothing back," Carson said.

Rush, what the heck are you waiting for, man?! Remember when Alec Baldwin lied about moving to Europe if Bush won? Do you want to be viewed as the conservative version of a lying liar like Alec Baldwin? Of course not! You have a sterling reputation for personal integrity to uphold. Now get the hell out before it's too late! Just go man, please. Texas beckons you.

Rush Limbaugh Threatens, Fails To Leave Manhattan After Tax Tirade [Daily Finance via Cityfile]
Illustration by the amazing Jim Cooke

Interview Magazine, which has been mired in managerial chaos for months now (at minimum), is going through a management shakeup:

Brant Publications named Evanly Schindler, founder of the magazine BlackBook, president, and promoted Stephen Mooallem, an editor at Interview for six years, to editor in chief. Also, Karl Templer, who left the magazine this year, is returning to his former post, creative director.

Mr. Mooallem and Mr. Templer will report to Fabien Baron, the editorial director who recently returned to Interview, which had monthly circulation last year of 223,000. Mr. Schindler said he would continue as an owner and editor in chief of Tar, a twice-yearly arts magazine.

We'll know in a year or so whether this will do one god damn thing to help the magazine's fortunes.

CBS News was planning to retire their little voiceover of the late Walter Cronkite introducing Katie Couric's nightly broadcast, but now they're like, ah, fuck it, we're keeping it after all. Of greater concern to CBS: Walter Cronkite was 4% of its total nightly news viewership.

A 21 year-old chef in Arizona totally scammed his local paper into writing a story about how he got a fancy culinary scholarship and became "the youngest sous chef at the posh Compass Restaurant on top of the Hyatt Regency in downtown Phoenix." Basically he just wanted some publicity and made the whole story up. Just goes to show how easy it is to scam the working press, if you really want to. Outrageous. I mean, sure, it can happen to us, but to the Ahwatukee Foothills News? Disgraceful.

Long-haired Fox Business host/ bar-sitter Cody Willard is exactly as interesting as you would expect when he goes out at night.

I get up just after 7 except on the weekends and holidays when it is possible to sleep in. I eat some granola and go to my workplace where I tutor high school-leaving candidates, one-on-one, though sometimes I have to deal with up to four at a time, around my desk, and talk with fellow tutors and other convivial people. I lunch around 11 with friends from education, work on e-mails, play the piano for 30 to 60 minutes, return to my tutoring tasks by 1, return to my unit at 3, deal with more e-mails, rest from 4 to 6, eat dinner in the unit then, and go for a walk in the compound or recreation yard for a couple of hours, drinking coffee well-made by Colombian fellow-residents, and come back into the residence about 8: 30, deal with e-mails and whatever, have my shower etc., around midnight, read until 1-1:30 a. m. and go to sleep. On the weekends it is pretty open.

Given Conrad's penchant for concealing pertinent facts about his incarceration, we imagine the truth is more like:

Wake up, crack open stash of Honey Nut Cheerios, get yelled at by unappreciative fellow inmate who yet again failed to turn in the paper I assigned on the history of British Lordships, bologna sandwich, sunburn in the yard, sock coffee, answer emails from Tina Brown—I have more to do than write for the Daily Beast, Tina!—listen to same damn Stevie Wonder tape again, sleep.

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Rosenblat, as you saw in the earlier clip, is basically like "No it didn't actually happen in reality, but it's not a lie, because I believe it happened in my imagination, okay." And various other pablum showing himself to be a man with no remorse whatsoever. The official GMA clip has two nice bonus parts: first, the producer of the upcoming movie based on Rosenblat's lie is constantly interrupting the interview, and gets in the front of the camera to offer his own defense; and at the very end, poor Diane Sawyer simply cannot believe the story she has just heard. And she just got back from Appalachia, so she's seen a lot! Watch it all here.

Though Goldman never discloses it on air, one of his Apple sources is Apple spokesman Steve Dowling, who previously worked with Goldman at CNBC'S Silicon Valley bureau. Does he have other sources within Apple?

He claims to, as the New York Times notes. He went on air last month, in the clip above, to declare Jobs "fine." And in a recent blog post, Goldman dug himself deeper as he stuck to his story:

All along, sources (and yes, there are several) inside Apple have reassured me that Jobs was firmly in charge, executing his responsibilities, and performing his role as C.E.O. One source, who I have known for years, told me recently that Jobs was 'fine,' and that everything was under control. All of it was fine. And I stand by every word of that reporting. Even today.

"Several" sources: Does that mean Goldman spoke to Dowling, his former colleague, and Katie Cotton, Jobs's personal PR guru at Apple, who has a track record of lying about her boss?

Take this earlier blog post from Goldman, when worries first emerged that Jobs, who had undergone surgery to treat pancreatic cancer in 2004, was skipping the annual Macworld Expo event where he usually delivers a keynote address, because his health was failing:

I can tell you that sources inside the company tell me that Jobs' decision was more about politics than his pancreas. Sources tell me that if Jobs for some reason was unable to perform any of his responsibilities as CEO because of health reasons, which would include the Macworld keynote, I should 'rest assured that the board would let me know.'

Sounds like Goldman has a direct line to the Apple board, right? Wrong. That's the same statement Dowling gave every other media outlet:

If Steve or the board decides that Steve is no longer capable of doing his job as CEO of Apple, I am sure they will let you know.

The only conclusion to reach here: Either Goldman is puffing up flacks as sources, or his sources don't exist.

That's what one former colleague of Goldman's thinks:

Here’s the key to revealing Goldman — he doesn’t have any sources. And his bosses back in New Jersey don’t know that. His only Apple "source" is a flack, Steve Dowling, who once worked at CNBC as the Silicon Valley (off-air) bureau chief.

The question you should raise — does CNBC's managing editor know who Goldman’s sources are? He inflates his bogus persona as a Silicon Valley insider by inventing sources. At any legitimate news organization, if you can use an unnamed "source" your boss must know who it is, by name.

Does CNBC follow this practice? (The answer, as I know well, is: no).

I’ve watched Goldman sit at his desk without picking up the phone for hours, then go on the air and say “I just got off the phone with a source inside Google who tells me...”

He flat out makes it up. He IS Jayson Blair. And he's the only person at CNBC who even tries to get away with it.

Fast Company's Adam Penenberg tried Googling "CNBC ethics" and came up short. We called Kevin Goldman, a spokesman for CNBC, to ask what the network's policies on anonymous sources were — how they were to be used, and whether reporters were obligated to reveal their identities to their editors and producers. (Such is the practice at most magazines and newspapers.)

Goldman (no relation to Jim) said, "CNBC has policies and guidelines that are followed by everyone. And we don't disclose those policies to the public." And he would not comment on the identity of CNBC's sources at Apple.

Blogs are not known for impeccable sourcing. (We call them "tipsters" for a reason.) But at least we're upfront about it — indeed, we're the first to question our sources, often in the same blog post that we cite them. That kind of probing uncertainty makes for a better path to the truth. But it doesn't make good television, and it doesn't fluff up the easily deflated ego of a self-declared "insider."

His statement, via the Times:

To all who supported and believed in me and this story, I am sorry for all I have caused to you and every one else in the world.

Why did I do that and write the story with the girl and the apple, because I wanted to bring happiness to people, to remind them not to hate, but to love and tolerate all people. I brought good feelings to a lot of people and I brought hope to many. My motivation was to make good in this world.

Producer Harris Salomon said he was going forward with his film based on Rosenblat's book, simply labeling it fiction and donating all proceeds to Holocaust survivor charities. Meh, we'll see how long that plan lasts. Good luck keeping the investors together.

Rosenblats' son knew all along, according to the New Republic, the first publication to write about the fabrications:

Ken told me by phone that he had in fact known of his parents' lie for many years but hadn't been able to stop them. "My father is a man who I don’t know. I can’t understand it. It’s not my way of thinking," Ken said. "I didn’t agree with it. I didn’t want anything to do with it. I tried to just stay away from it. It was always hurtful. I just never dealt with it."

The publisher of the book is a unit of Penguin, the same company that put out Margaret Sletzer's fake autobiography. The company went ahead with this one even though the ghostwriter thought at least one anecdote in the story was "far fetched," as she told the Times, and even though another Holocaust memoir was found fabricated just this year.

Even Motoko Rich is getting a little bitchy about this lapse. With Joseph Berger, she wrote in the Times article:

That so many would get taken in by Mr. Rosenblat’s inauthentic love story seems incredible given the number of fake memoirs that have come to light in the last few years... This latest literary hoax is likely to trigger yet more questions as to why the publishing industry has such a poor track record of fact-checking.

More to the point, an increasing number of book buyers are just going to assume that the label "nonfiction" is meaningless, which is a fairly rational way of reacting to these scandals.

One of the remaining questions: Was Rosenblat's wife in on the deception? She appeared on Oprah Winfrey's show with him, but it's possible she was taken in: Rosenblat said he reunited with her after she told him she had hurled apples to a boy over a concentration camp fence. Rosenblat claimed he was that boy.

Which means that Alex probz went to P6, crafted a big old honking exaggeration to drum up support for her as-yet-unsold (and probably unwritten) tome, and then twirled for some nonexistent paparazzo. And we kinda bought it (kinda) because it was a Monday morning and she's annoying/fun to write about. No harm done to us, I suppose, but I'm sure it's disheartening for her many devoted and loyal fans who have grubby little non-French-speaking shit factories running around their house and will maybe not have an Alex/Simon lifeline to depend on in the near future. Be strong.

Video above; full original here.

Today Chaunce sent out a big email blast that "New York Post, Page Six scribe, Marianne Garvey, has been fired!" Chaunce wrote that Garvey used to write for him at Steppin Out (which she describes as two pieces when she was in college for $40 each), and that she had recently turned down a cover at the mag that instead went to Shallon Lester at the Daily News, so maybe Richard Johnson was so mad about it that he fired her? But definitely, she was fired. According to Chaunce.

Actually Garvey left to take a job at In Touch—which she announced more than two weeks ago. By all accounts she left on her own terms, and wasn't fired.

When this was pointed out to Chaunce, he sent out a "statement":

We received a tip that Marieanne Garvey had been let go by the Post. When we called the Post for comment we were told by the paper that Marieanne no longer worked for the Post and would not comment further.
Marianne has just informed us that she quit and that Richard Johnson was the best boss she ever had.
We wish Marieanne the best at her new job at In Touch magazine.

This has caused Garvey to freak out a bit. So Chaunce emailed her an apology:

Calm down..... You're insane. We get dozens of tips a day and we follow up on all of them.
Good luck at In Touch.. haha

Wrong, late, and mean: the three attributes of a great gossip hound.

Who is Rob Shuter? Once upon a time, he was one of the most powerful celebrity flacks in America, repping clients like Paris Hilton and Jessica Simpson. Eventually he got fired from his agency, Dan Klores Communications, lost his big clients, and ended up at OK!, which is really where he belongs. What went wrong?

• Shuter planted a fabricated item in Page Six about his client Paris Hilton being attacked at a club by a supposedly "jealous" Zeta Graff. Graff subsequently sued for $10 million, which compelled Shuter to give legal depositions demonstrating his sleazy method of doing business (plant fake shit on Page Six, specifically). It was all very entertaining. Paris Hilton ended up paying $2 million for this transgression.
• He treated his work on behalf of vapid singer Jessica Simpson like he was a Cold War CIA operative behind enemy lines. He planted nasty items about Simpson ex Nick Lachey. Then he decided to help Simpson get some press by fabricating a big romance between her and singer John Mayer. He convinced People and Us Weekly to put the story on their covers, and then made them all look like fools when the celebs themselves admitted there was no big romance at all. In one masterstroke, Shuter had shattered his own credibility (ha), made his own client look like a desperate liar, pissed off fellow celebrity flacks, and, perhaps worst of all, made enemies of some powerful celebrity magazines. He was then fired by Joe Simpson, for all of the above reasons.
• Having established himself as an untouchable dirtbag that no legitimate PR agency would hire and no smart news outlet would trust, Shuter was scooped up by OK!, first in a consulting role and then as entertainment editor. And now as the top guy. Just perfect.

In unrelated rumormongering, there was gossip earlier this year that Shuter may have been somehow involved in a purported FBI investigation of In Touch magazine for "payments to at least one editor in exchange for prominent placement of certain B-list celebrities." Supposedly some shady British cabal of celebrity flacks and gossip reporters was under scrutiny. We hoped Shuter was wrapped up in it! Alas, no evidence ever confirmed the rumors. And to be fair, he even has some admirers among the gossip press, who say he's friendly and witty.

So what will Shuter be doing for OK!? A good guess: helping them continue to spend big with no apparent monetary return. We hear that OK! is the leading bidder in the war for Angelina Jolie's upcoming baby pictures, with a sum rumored to be around $15 million for worldwide rights. That's in line with the magazine's history of profligacy; we also hear that they've yet to turn a profit, despite an investment in the nine-figure range.

And Shuter, the fabricating flack, will fit right in. One of the best quotes I ever heard while working at PRWeek was from an editor at OK! who gushed on and on about how nice the mag was to its friends in PR, summing it all up by explaining, "We work directly with publicists and celebrities themselves to get the real story." Sure. All together now in the race to the bottom.

And here, Cohen vents righteously about the righteous venting of the PR industry in response to Cohen's original righteous venting.

Spitzer, New York's Love Guv, and Clemens both had reputations as brawlers, who made tons of enemies on their way to the top. The people on their side loved them, but outside of their own teams they were widely despised. Clemens wisely spent his career in the American League, where designated hitters could take his turn at bat so he wouldn't have to risk getting beaned in retaliation for his frequent knockdowns of opposing batters.

Furthermore, both men suffered from huge bouts of hypocrisy. Spitzer prosecuted prostitution rings while patronizing them at the same time. Clemens was always boasting of his hard work, diet, and exercise program, while (IN ALL LIKELIHOOD) being shot up with steroids by his trainer. When his trainer finally told the story, Clemens continued to deny everything, which he does to this day, even as most of the other players named have implicitly or explicitly admitted when the steroid allegations against them were true. And, he filed a defamation suit against the trainer, which brought Clemens' entire reputation under legal review. The Post reports today that the pitcher had at least two other women on the side in addition to McCready, so take your sanctimonious family man act and inject it into your buttocks along with lots of testosterone, Roger Clemens.

An added bonus: like the lawyers who roped their careers to Spitzer's only to see them crumble along with him, Clemens' lawyer, Rusty Hardin, is going to come out of this looking like a bald-faced liar, like his client. Just yesterday he said there was no sex between Clemens and McCready; today, she's admitting it all over the place.

Spitzer was at least fighting on the side of righteousness. For Clemens, that was only true if he was pitching for your team. Among those enjoying Clemens' downfall the most: this young man: