If words were stocks, the value of "schadenfreude" would be going through the roof right now: none of his political enemies are enjoying Eliot Spitzer's troubles more than his frequent targets on Wall Street. While you might expect a little sympathy, or at least understanding, from financial services types—who knows better about fucking whores than those guys?—you need to remember that Governor Wannadate built his career on the intensive public prosecution of those in the investment industries. Up and down Wall Street you can still hear the plaintive wails of his shattered victims: