September 11th, 2013
All day I felt something was missing. Like a DMV meeting was cancelled. Or a car was bumped, but no alarm sounded. Or I finally polished off the last of that new overly crunchy cereal. Finally it hit me: I hadn’t received my daily email from Anthony Weiner.
His career as a politician is over. Whatever else he might feel qualified to perform will not come to pass. Photos of his penis will never be newsworthy again. Even his middle finger was pixellated out of his hand today.
Will Uma ditch him? Why not? Will his cell phone overheat in his pocket and burn his balls at the playground? Of course. Will he run a stoplight and kill a leader dog for the blind? That’s in his future too.
Once you fuck up bad enough and leave records of your behavior that will never be erased, you are screwed, blued, and tattooed. Will people who once thought you were really something, a breath of fresh air for your party, pretend they never liked you? Of course. I’m one of them. It’s a fucking shame. To me, I’m not even a hypocrite. What kind of bullshit is that?
Of course he doesn’t deserve to be in politics any longer, what with his juvenile fixation on unwrapping his package and showing it off. But the man is not a racist, like most of the men and women who show off their GOP badges. And he never attempted to deny health care to the poor, like the men and women who show off their GOP badges. And he believes America is still a land for people of all cultural and religious backgrounds, unlike the beliefs of those men and women who…GOP…etc etc.
Sorry Weiner, but you’re still a notch or two above some jerkoffs.