Is the Weiner roast finally over?
Today I heard that renowned photographer and “sexting” fool, Congressman Anthony Weiner, had resigned from Congress. But, alas, word is out that he’s plotting another run for some office. This is much to the Democrats’ chagrin and the Republican’s glee.
Now that he’s resigned, he can spend his time running back-and-forth to the supermarket for pickles and ice cream for his wife who, as one of the irreverent Gotham tabloids put it, has “A little Weiner in the oven.” She was conspicuously absent during all of his confessions, press conferences and media sessions. So much for the “good wife” syndrome.
Reviewing scandals past reveals that Democrat voters tend to have a slightly more forgiving strainer through which they push mercy. After all, as Shakespeare noted, mercy “droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven.” But then again I suppose the bard never knew our nation’s capital and the total lack of mercy there, even the kind that’s not strained. In the hinterlands, however, voters tend to look the other way when their Democrat does have a slip-up.
Some easily frightened pundits imagine that it’s Mr. Weiner, not the calamity-preaching Harold Camping, who is heralding the end of the world. “At what point do we decide that a political system has become decadent?” asks E.J. Dionne Jr. in The Washington Post.
“You really do wonder what’s happening to our democracy and those who serve in it.” Since liberals like E.J. worship at the altar of big government and believe in the earthly perfection of man and government as the instrument of redemption, they’re particularly vulnerable to torment when they see the god of government and its representatives with feet of clay.
Take the instance of Barney Frank of Massachusetts. He installed his pimp in his Capitol Hill apartment that then used it as a brothel. Barney posed as the innocent gay caballero, a hero of the liberal and lavender left, and when the House Ethics Committee looked into his ethics they only concluded that he had fixed a couple of traffic tickets for the pimp. No harm, no foul, only a reprimand. Bad boy! Now don’t do that again!
Few of the names from a list of Top Ten Scandals are even remembered a decade later. The only memory of one of them, Gus Savage of Illinois, defeated after the Ethics Committee found him guilty of sexual assault on a Peace Corps volunteer in Zaire, produced this comment from the St. Louis Post-Dispatch: “Replacing Gus Savage with a stalk of celery would elevate the intellectual and moral tone of Congress.” His successor was charged with assault on a 16-year-old girl, and resigned. He was later convicted of bank fraud. Nice guy.
Yet one must admire the chutzpah of Anthony Weiner, if not the weiner himself. He has great insight into the psyche of most Democrat constituents. When he took leave of the House and entered “rehabilitation,” whatever that means, he skillfully took refuge in the pretensions of the Therapeutic Society. Who can think ill of a man in therapy, certainly who among the “progressives” (as the liberals now call themselves)? We gladly assist drunks, junkies and perverts. It’s not yet clear whether his rehabilitation is about photography something else.
Mr. Weiner can take some hope in a recent Marist College poll suggesting neither his constituents, nor New Yorkers generally, think he should quit. They actually like his politics. And Gotham being sophisticated Gotham, they aren’t particularly upset by Mr. Weiner’s imagination, such as it is, with his little camera.
So, as of this writing we are left to ponder the question: Will the Weiner roast finally be over? I’ve sorta enjoyed the sight of this pompous, egomaniacal dude hoisted on his own petard. Sayonara you obnoxious little troll. At least for now.