Last week, I turned on Rachel Maddow’s program and watched a segment in which Anthony Weiner let her speculate, for about ten minutes, on how photos of his genitalia might have found their way onto the Internet.
Was it a prank? The result of hacking?
No. Today (finally!) we learn the truth. It was Weiner himself. In other words, for about a week he was willing to exploit the good will—and waste the time—of liberals all over the United States trying to give him a fair hearing (on the presumption that he was an honest man genuinely bewildered by where the photos came from).
And now, in so blatant a betrayal of trust, he won’t even leave office. He’ll cry like Jimmy Swaggart. He’ll say sorry. But he won’t go.
Lame. Pathetic. Depressing.
And don’t you know that Republicans will remind voters of this throughout the next year, and that there will be fewer liberal representatives in Congress in 2012 because of it?
But still he won’t go.
The perks of being in Congress must really be something. To retain them, they’re apparently worth:
- selling out your party;
- eroding public confidence in the honesty and ethical moorings of elected Democratic politicians; and
- upending the causes of liberalism generally.
Thanks for nothing, doofus.
On the other hand, men lie about sex. And, in this case, he came to his senses and fessed up relatively fast. By contrast, Bill Clinton’s sexual shenanigans—and the subsequent cover-up—definitely weakened Al Gore’s presidential bid just enough to foist on us the supreme political doofus of modern times: George W. Bush.
Still, I think Weiner ought to go. When politicians don’t step from office after scandal, acting brazen and stubborn, they coarsen and corrode the dignity of public service, and so add to public cynicism.
So, we forgive you (or, at least, I do for wasting 10 minutes of my time last week). But, with regard to your political office, you’re damaged goods and ought to scram, Mr. Weiner.