An old joke.
A beautiful woman in a casino bar is approached by a guest who offers her 50 bucks if she'll go up to his room with him. She glowers and refuses.
"Hey, I'm really sorry," he tells her. "It was rude of me to make someone as classy-looking as you an offer that low. Tell you what, I just won a million dollars at the roulette table and I'm in the mood to party. How about we go upstairs for half an hour and I give you 25 percent of my winnings?"
She thinks about it for a few seconds: A quarter of a million dollars for 30 minutes in the sack. "Well, I wouldn't want you to think I'm a ho," she finally says, smiling, touching his arm.
"Honey, we both know what you are," he replies. "Now we're just talkin' about the price."
Bah-dah-bum.
And that's what I thought of when I read the story of "journalist" Armstrong Williams taking a quarter-million-dollar bribe from the Department of Education. I also thought that whoring is not always the whore's fault. Most whores have pimps who lead them into venality. As the Financial Times reminds us, Iraqi whores have pimps too. They're no different from their U.S. counterparts, except when we're talkin' about the price.
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