I’ve been holding back on having anything to say about the sad case of Anthony Weiner. There’s just so many facets to the whole fucking ugly heap of shit and all of them – every fucking slice – make me stabby.
First, the crashing destruction of one of the strongest voices for Liberal policies in Congress. It was a toss-up between Weiner and Alan Grayson which was better at shredding the stupid, craven hypocrisy that rots through the core of Republican policy; exposing the hateful means leading only to vicious ends and calling them out for the reprehensible shit they barely hide behind Luntz-crafted double-speak.
That the stupid fucker was playing Russian roulette with his reputation, his marriage and his career for the cheap thrill of having some fucking distant bimbos trade spicy text messages and slick their knickers for a photo of his junk is fucking sad almost beyond comprehension.
Second, that the cause of this dramatic fall from grace is fundamentally nothing that every other fucking person on earth with an internet connection hasn’t already done three times before lunch.
For fuck sakes, who HASN’T traded flirtatious / crossing over to downright fucking dirty messages with someone they either want to fuck, once fucked and hope to fuck again, or will never fuck? What the fuck, fun’s fun!
Okay, I’ve never sent anyone a photo of my cock. I’ve had requests, though, and I have a few…let’s call them risque…photos sent to me by women who shall here remain nameless.
So what? It’s none of anyone’s fucking business what consenting adults get up to in the privacy of their computer rooms, and the blatant hypocrisy being shouted now in every call for Wiener to resign sickens me far more than anything HE did.
People who defended Bill Clinton; people who defended John Ensign; people who defended David Vitter; people who defended Mark Foley, now all lined up to express how disgusted they are by Anthony Wiener.
Ensign was fucking his aides wife, Vitter was hiring hookers, Foley was sending sex messages to teenage boys and Clinton was spooging all over an intern’s dress!
Anthony Weiner never left his goddamn basement and, by ALL ACCOUNTS, the women involved were willing participants who NOW, for some reason, are all too fucking ready to appear on Fox News and claim how creeped out they were by the whole thing, despite giving as good as they got.
There has not been a line of aggrieved sluts this long since Tiger Woods’ stable of whores found out they weren’t they ONLY one a married man was fucking around with.
Perhaps worst of all, the contemptible, disgusting, lying sack of shit Andrew Breitbart is now strutting around – the man of the hour – claiming CREDIBILITY and demanding apologies, all the while flashing the alleged cock pic to anyone who will look at his iPhone. The two-faced bucket of putrid sleaze with his arrogant Punch Me face proclaiming that he would like to publicly BURN the damn photo while pulling it out to share and giggle over with his reprehensible cohorts in sleaze. And it’s made all the worse because it’s all fucking Weiner’s fault!
After all of this, there’s the fucking media. Yeah, cock pics! I get it. COCK PICS!
Bill “Loofah” O’Reilly calling this pathetic fucking mess “a body blow for Liberalism” after steadfastly ignoring Republican sex scandal after gay Republican sex scandal after adulterous Republican sex scandal. For an illuminating peek inside the sort of creepy shit that turns O’Reilly’s crank read this excerpt from the sexual harassment suit brought against Bill O’ by one of his former producers.
Frankly, with the flood of spineless, holier-than-thou hypocrites coming out of the woodwork to take a swipe at Anthony Wiener, I’d love (against all better judgement) to get a look at Nancy Pelosi’s private messages, the fucking slut. I’d lay dollars to cat-o-nine-tails she’s got some Ilsa the She Wolf shit going on behind closed doors.
But it keeps coming back to the main line: IT’S NONE OF ANYONE’S FUCKING BUSINESS! And smearing people because of what they get up to with CONSENTING ADULTS in PRIVATE is just fucking wrong. Not a little wrong, not slightly off – all the goddamn way, slamming into the red, cracking the little needle WRONG. There’s only one question: Were any laws broken? Once that question is sufficiently answered in the negative, it’s time to get back to work and find something else to occupy the filthy, desperate and shameful little desires of ignorant people.
Who knows what would have happened if Anthony had not lied. The lies gave his enemies the hook they needed. Just like Clinton – it isn’t the blowjob, Bubba…it’s the perjury.
I’ve long argued that if, when Ken Starr asked, Clinton had not said, “I did not have sexual relations with that woman,” but instead replied, “Sir, that is none of your goddamn business. If those are the sorts of questions you have for me, I have a country to run and you can go to hell.”
If he had just done that and walked the fuck out of the room, perhaps pausing to flip Starr a sincere middle finger, he not only would never have faced an article of impeachment, they’d be carving his head on Mount Rushmore.
Is this the end of Anthony Weiner? Probably. And that’s just another signpost we race past on the way down the wrong fucking road.