So Eliot, do a Profumo. Metaphorically, get out the toilet cleaning brush.

The Ukrainian Observer: "'Call it quits, hunker down, and do the Profumo thing,' I said.

For those coming of age on the cusp of the Beatle years, you will recognize John Profumo as the English war minister who became caught up with the most sensational sex scandal of the 1960s. The episode involved Profumo, a Soviet spy, and a brunette named Christine Keeler.

The opposition party to Conservative Profumo shouted national security breach—very loudly. He resigned, and the prime minister, Harold McMillan, resigning a little later, saying it was for health reasons.

Profumo, utterly embarrassed, discreetly disappeared from sight, and reappeared only when his good charity works--which began with cleaning toilets at Toynbee Hall in East London -- started getting noticed.

Eventually, Profumo was awarded by Queen Elizabeth a CBE (Commander, British Empire), completing his rehabilitation from sinner to saint. He died last year at age 91. He is considered by this writer the comeback kid of political peccadilloes.

Folks like Profumo and Spitzer, who are independently wealthy, can do that sort of life-long redemption. The rest of us become taxi drivers or bartenders, or in the case of Bill Clinton advisor Dick Morris, caught with a prostitute in 1997, a columnist."