It may a sad day for Eliot Spitzer, but it's a happy day for Nicky Mesiah. The Montclair toffee purveyor is old friends with incoming New York governor David Paterson, a jogging buddy of hers in the late 1980's. So of course Mesiah had to send him some sweets to celebrate. Shipped to Paterson yesterday: a package of sweet potato pumpkin cake with praline icing, maple pecan butter cookies, and a 3/4 pound of her famous toffee.
Mesiah, who grew up in a political family in Buffalo, knows everybody who's anybody in New York black political circles (and many white political circles as well) and last saw Paterson at Charlie Rangel's birthday party at Tavern on the Green in August.
"Not only is he brilliant but he is wickedly funny," Mesiah says of Paterson, who will be New York's first black governor. Dare she hope that he holds up a box of her toffee at his swearing in? "We know he won't do that. But if he we turn him onto the toffee, perhaps it will be a staple in his office," she laughs. Par for the course. Nicky just dropped off a box off toffee to Maya Angelou at the author's 80th birthday party March 1.
Well, if Nicky's toffee is Paterson's greatest vice, he'll avoid the kind of trouble his predecessor got into.

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I wonder if this is the first time in her life that David Paterson's wife feels proud to be an American?
Now that's a great local story. Nice work, Barista!
Why do you say that, prof?
Well, I have heard many people comment that if this were France, Spitzer's actions would be no big deal.
M. Obama Speaks
prof, you still haven't explained the blanket generalization. You are grasping at straws yet again.
(What blanket generalization? I'm making a joke contrasting Obama's wife's stupidity with Paterson's wife.)
(Or is it now that any criticism of Obambi is a "blanket generalization"?)
"Gossip is charming. History is gossip. But scandal is gossip made tedious with morality."
Oscar Wilde
If this was France, Spitzer likely would have had a mistress, and it would be winked at by the French press because the belief there seems to be that :
A -- all powerful men have women on the side, and
B -- a politician's private life is, for the most part, not tied to his effectiveness or lack of same in the job.
This is different. This was a violation of the law by a man who was the highest law officer in the state for many years, and is now the executive. It is funds going directly to organized crime organizations. It is hypocrisy on an Olympian scale. All of those things would be fair game in France as well.
No one did this to Spitzer but Spitzer himself, and even his own fellow Dems want him far, far away ASAP.
(Enough with the "If this WERE France" stuff... It's not...)
Correct Prof.
Judging from all the ATMs in the area, this is now Mexico.
Its not? Sacre bleu!
Enough with is Mrs Paterson different from Mrs Obama.
She is.
How do you know?
"Toffee" is a a great "street name" for a hooker, now that I think of it.
Oh great! Paterson is friends with Charlie Rangel. I hope he is a bit more rational.
same way I know this isn't France.
Charlie Rangel is truly scary.
Paterson, while he is admirable as a politician, is even more liberal than Spitzer. But, this is New York.
And you know this because in France Spitzer would still be Governor? Or that we speak English?
(And dear cro, who's making the comment that Ms. Paterson is like Mrs. Obama? I only asked if she would NOW be proud since her man is NY's first Black Governor. Since we know it took Mrs. Obama's husband's run for President to make her proud.)
prof, your diminished mental capacity has now equaled your lack of a sense of humor.
I have had Miss Nicky's toffee several times and it is deeeeeeelicious! She is a great baker...she made my 30th birthday cake, actually. People, find that toffee and try it - you wont be sorry!
Her whole care package menu sounds fantastic.
And, after she leaves Spitzer's room, she could be "Sticky Toffee."
Agreed, cathar. Toffee is a good hooker/stripper name. I can easily envision a new Hollywood blockbuster built around the name, starring Beyonce.
..and for the record, I have officially changed my porn name from Lott O'Toole to Eliot Spritzer. I'm gonna need a very bad haircut to pull it off, though.
Good hooker names: Take the name of your first pet and pair it with the street on which you grew up. For example:
Fluffy Belaire
Sylvia Munn!
Hmmm, let's see... Rover Route 932. Sound kinky!
STL: Ummmm, wasn't a joke friend. (But like too many Obambi fans, ANY humor directed at him or his strange wife, is met with scorn. What's next, gonna call me a racist too?)
But if you feel better thinking about my "diminished mental capacity" good.
(This coming from someone using the word "looney"... Or is that just your hooker name?)
for all you Tolkien lovers:
Misty Mountains
MB: I like that one! Ha!
MM,
Yeah, it's one of my personal favorites. It came to me many years ago while I was at "NY Dolls" having some beers with a few workmates.
Some of the 'featured' dancers had these really outlandish names and I suddenly realized that Misty Mountains would be a really good one.
Lady Chester. Sounds like one of the puppets from Mr. Rogers' neighborhood. ....entering a whole new world of kinky now.
Prof, I know this is France because I can look outside. Why you injected yourself into a "conversation" I was having with another poster is a question only you can answer. But you did. And so now it is about the prof trying very hard to look clever while making very little sense.
But that's OK. We have come to love you despite all of the nonsense.
And it was you, dear prof, who wondered if Mrs. Paterson was proud of America, and you who made the link with Mrs. Obama. I know it was awhile ago, but try to remember.
cro says:
"Why you injected yourself into a "conversation" I was having with another poster is a question only you can answer."
Do you realize how dumb this statement is?
Here's a crazy idea from the past, if you want a private conversation, don't post on a public blog. A phone call perhaps. Email. Or face to face. Each more "private" than here.....
Or better yet, just let everyone know when your posts are private baristanet "conversation[s]".
(And everyone, this is private "conversation" between cro and me. DO NOT dare comment on it unless you have written permission from my dimwitted friend.)
prof, "conversations" here are public. however, when one poster asks another a question, or makes a particular point, and another answers or responds, then most others back off. Do they have to? No. Can they interject? Sure. But nevertheless, they weren't involved and really just look rather dumb (or perhaps attention starved) when they do.
that's what happened here, with your foolishness about France. But folks have moved on. Maybe you should too.
My "hooker name" would be Duke Park. Which would indicate the sort of hooker Larry Craig might hire.
Mine would be Sparky Talbot. Not very enticing, that. Sounds like the guy who fixes the phone.
Sparky Talbot sounds like a 65-year-old guy who wears argyle sweeaters, khakis and tassled loafers and who writes for an antiques magazine.
Cuchulain Bonhomme here.
Ain't that a mouthful!
cro,
You should write up your "rules" and have Baristanet post them since not everyone seems to understand (or believe) them.
And remember, you at 12:39 stated the stupid "If this WAS France" comment.
(Lastly, I won't remind you to use WERE after IF, I assume your left pinkie just got away from you. Or perhaps your left middle was up your nose).
Prof, I'm finally proud to be an American. I only wish my husband were French so we could carry on with our affairs without having to fear the moral judgements of the posters of Baristaville.
prof, you seem especially assholish this evening. One would think that the near death experience on the snowy roads of Vermont would have given you some perspective. but alas, dolts like you seldom learn.
You were right in your use of the subjunctive, though if I WERE the churlish type I'd remind you of your oft-stated (oft-stated simply because you trot it out whenever you goof, and that's quite often) "rule" that "little mistakes are no biggie". Or maybe I'd claim I was simply using the "venacular". You remember the "venacular", don't you prof?
My comment about France was in response to Walter Mitty's observation. Scroll up a bit and you'll find it.
As always, its been a joy corresponding with you. I rest easy knowing that I have provided some outlet for you, and given some purpose to what is apparently an empty life. That your life is such is sad, but not at all surprising.
Cro and prof have managed to reinvent vaudeville.
who's on first?
Good hooker names: Take the name of your first pet and pair it with the street on which you grew up. For example:
Fluffy Belaire,
Posted by Miss Martta
....Mine would be
Turtle Pinehurst.
walleroo, vaudeville has only been in hibernation. It took us to stir it back to life.
cro, posting after midnight and calling my life empty? (While I'm busy catching up with Real Housewives NY, go figure. Not as good as Ocean County).
Regardless, keep thinking of me though, as I've told you, perhaps thinking of me eases the heavy burden you lug.
(And don't act like you knew IF and WERE worked together, you always seem to write it incorrectly, thereby elevating more than a "little" mistake. I would offer my proofreading services, but you couldn't afford me-- my going rate is $4,300 for 2 hours +transportation. But you better put my ass on the Acela!)
You're right, prof. I can't afford your services. But I will be OK with a barter agreement. You can teach me about the subjunctive, and I'll go over with you (again and again and again) how plurals are formed -- you know, baristas and hobos rather than barista's and hobo's. The kind of mistake you make over, and over, and over again.
Now, why not go off and live that full and rich life you lead?
(And the possessive case?)
Yes, I'll help you with that as well.
Though now you're talking some serious money.
But you've got it, I'm sure.
I'd simply like to note that croiagusanam and prof's badinage is far more amusing (and much deeper) than any exchanges I or walleroo have ever had with laserboy.
But then, so are old Heckle and Jeckle cartoons.
cathar, what is with the French?
As prof has reminded us, this is NOT France!
I'd always opine "Thank God that this country is not France," croiagusanam. (I would have added "except for the quality of French bread" until about 9 years ago, when I visited Malta and had consistently the best bread I've ever had in my life, it was to the same quality at every restaurant, maybe it's the desalinated water.)
In France, however, I suspect that hardened villagers wouldn't be so tolerant towards the likes of lasermikey as they seem to be here sometimes, and that "prof" williams would probably never either be elected to the Academie Francaise or teach le grammaire at an ecole superieure.
prof, you are such an idiot because in this very same thread you write:
"(What blanket generalization? I'm making a joke contrasting Obama's wife's stupidity with Paterson's wife.)"
You then flat out deny it was a joke. You should hand in your resignation at WPU.
The bread is great, and the wine even better.
Yes, once out of Paris and into the countryside, the folks are rather conservative in their world view, and apart from the requisite Yank bashing would probably be at home with the more conservative posters here.
Walter Mitty (the one here, let me add) posted that some believed that the Spitzer debacle (damn! French again! But of course even the prof knows that English is about 40% French in origin) wouldn't be such a big deal in France. But I disagree. I think that most would find the whole sordidness of the deal, the humiliation of his wife and kids, and the incrediable hypocrisy of this crusading Jimmy Swaggert-like gasbag to be just as disgraceful as Americans do. A long term mistress, well that they'd be OK with. And maybe Americans would be too. They were OK with FDR's shadow marriage. Then there is the question of state monies and personnel used to facilitate these trysts. It is really a mess, and most folks anywhere in the world would wrinkle their noses, I think.
And wrinkling the nose in France, as you know, can be quite an impressive undertaking.
The French are too busy wrinkling their noses at Sarkozy (who was captured on video recently telling a countryman to basicaly go f--- himself) to pay much attention to Spitzer. But again, the French would not afford Spitzer, the prosecutor who saw a prostitute, the tolerance they reserve for the discreet affair.
Can't fault M. Sarkozy, in principle at least. There are a great many constituents who SHOULD be told to go f themselves.
In this country, seems like the pols like to f the constituents in deed rather than word.
Walleroo, Bill Clinton has basically told his wife to do as Sarkozy told his countryman, and more than once. Yet, alas, Americans apparently continue to love him.
Sarkozy, too, is a more attractive male than Spitzer, who without the power and the money seems merely a sanctimonious, near-cadaverous creep. Not at all the cultured sort that Sarkozy is or even the rascally bounder Clinton appears.
Spitzer's "spokesman" on his gubernatorial staff is named:
Errol Cockfield.
I am not making this up.