In the footsteps of his mentor, Mr. Weiner has compounded his original offenses with lie piled upon lie, topped off with an evil and desperate political/PR strategy.
Being older, sending lewd photos strikes me as sick, but it, along with ‘phone sex’ and ‘sexting’ seems all the current rage. OK. Maybe if I was 30 years younger, I’d be more accepting; who knows, perhaps I’d even be joining in the fun, but I kind of doubt it.
As much as a lot of the current popular culture actions leave me cold (the near obsession with multi-tasking cellphones, texting, body art, etc) I acknowledge being an old fogey. Lord knows, the things my generation popularized certainly drove my folks’s generation up the wall as well. I get it. And I appreciate and make use of much of today’s technology; I’m not a Luddite, more of an early-adopter actually; when it makes sense for the way I live my life.
So, while I can put up with grown men appearing on national TV sporting a three day growth of stubble (yeah, it’s fashionable, but looks sloppy to me; go shave!), or young people with jewelry dangling from odd places on their face or body, or folks awash in tattoo ink, I get it, I’m older and it simply doesn’t appeal to me. So, my folks thought John, Paul, George and Ringo needed haircuts and wore funny suits. Fine.
What I can’t condone, put up with or understand, are the lies and the hypocrisy. Using your political marriage (yes, I said it. Why else have Billy Clinton officiate? I can hear it now..’by the power vested in me by the State of Adultery, I now pronounce you man & wife’.) as a defense, sucks. Lying your butt off, adroitly and on international television, for days on end, before ‘fessing up (more of a ‘modified, limited hang-out’, if you remember the phrase from the Richard Nixon Watergate era), sucks. Only when compelled by overwhelming evidence, much as your mentor (remember Monica’s little blue DNA-drenched dress?) really sucks. And, frosting on cake, using the pending arrival of a beautiful, new, innocent life as a defense, double-sucks. The ‘I’m gonna get counseling’ crap, triple-sucks.
I’m really not a nasty person, and I’ve been Commanded not to judge others, but I’d think more of Mr. Weiner if he abandoned public life entirely and spent his remaining days trying to make it all up to his wife and child. And threw away his cellphone. Permanently.