I'm not sure I spelled that correctly but it's a great new use of the concept, taking pleasure in the misfortune of others. I can certainly tell you that I took no pleasure in Bill Clinton's misfortune, but I sure as hell don't want to relive it or see it played out again or every have to know one more damn detail about Bill's apatites, and Hillary's capacity to overlook them. They are all hypocrites. These men who misbehave because they must, or because they're weak, or because they like the thrill of getting away with something naughty. Remember Larry Craig gloating over Clinton's "naughty, bad, nasty boy" behavior. Who's calling the kettle black? Larry was that you, you nasty boy, you bad boy, you bad, nasty naughty boy who likes a little hot man-sex in public toilets, yes, carrying your own bags and if your wife had any sense, your own baggage? But isn't gay? No just a man who likes a little strange man on the side. Was that you? But for pure chutzpah, (did I spell that right) Eliot Spitzer takes the cake. We'll always remember you client 9.