Electing Anthony Weiner Isn't As Funny As It Sounds

Subject: Re: Electing Anthony Weiner Isn't As Funny As It Sounds


It's okay for us to vote into office the candidates backed by Wall Street.
The ones who screw us out of our property, money, dignity and future. But
God forbid that we vote for some pervert...oops, that would eliminate most
of their flunkies.

Carl Jarvis
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Taibbi writes: "I don't mean to sound like a prude, but what the hell do you
have to do to be disqualified from high-level politics in this country? When
someone told me a while back that Weiner was running for Mayor, I thought it
was a joke."

Matt Taibbi. (photo: Current TV)


Electing Anthony Weiner Isn't As Funny As It Sounds
By Matt Taibbi, Rolling Stone
26 July 13

Nathan's Fourth of July champ backs hot dog Anthony Weiner for mayor
Rim-shot! The event was the pre-Independence Day weigh-in for the annual
Coney Island Hot Dog eating contest, and improbably contending New York City
mayoral candidate Anthony Weiner was there to secure the "endorsement" of
perennial dog-pounding champ Joey "Jaws" Chestnut. "Joey Chestnut obviously
has an affinity for Weiners," cracked the candidate, in a Twitter-ready
sound bite.
Chestnut's actual endorsement must have been made off-camera - I can't find
him quoted in any of the campaign stories - but we can take Weiner's word
for it, right? It's not like the guy's ever lied before. "I can no longer
say I don't have the support of any famous people," Weiner gushed, after
scoring the endorsement.
Now, weeks later, the inevitable has happened: yet another sexting scandal
has popped up involving Weiner and, surprise surprise, this one was still
live a good year after he resigned from Congress promising never to flap his
hose across the face of the Internet ever again. Predictably, a series of
really gross, genuinely Favre-ean dong shots showed up on some Scottsdale,
Arizona-based website called TheDirty.com.
It turns out that Weiner was pursuing his usual creepy Internet rubfest with
some poor sap of a woman from Princeton, Indiana (which the Daily News noted
is "one mouse click and 850 miles away from Weiner") using the nom-de-wank
of "Carlos Danger," a preposterous title destined to be adopted by a whole
generation of hackers and trolls justifiably tired of the whole "Emmanuel
Goldstein" meme.
I don't mean to sound like a prude, but what the hell do you have to do to
be disqualified from high-level politics in this country? When someone told
me a while back that Weiner was running for Mayor, I thought it was a joke.
This married politician sent unsolicited pictures of his penis to female
strangers on the Internet! It's not a crime, I guess because indecent
exposure laws haven't been updated for the cyber age, but basically, he's a
21st-century flasher who used the U.S. Congress as a raincoat. Then he got
caught, had to resign from Congress in what normally would be shame and
disgrace, only to turn around and start doing it all over again pretty much
immediately.
I'm not saying the guy can't have a career after what happened, but his
options should be pretty limited - a rodeo clown, maybe, or one of those
guys who hands out fliers for strip clubs in Times Square. In an absolute
best-case scenario, a guest panelist on some
gross-out/embarrassing-video-footage compilation show on cable like Manswers
or America's Dumbest Criminals.
But Mayor of New York City? I know the bar was set pretty low when Mike
Bloomberg bought the office outright in 2001, but we can't have sunk this
far. And it's not just that he's some poor guy who got caught jacking off on
the Internet. He's also increasingly tone-deaf and belligerently nuts in an
inappropriate-Thanksgiving-guest sort of way. Lawrence Downes of the Times
passed on this tidbit just a few weeks back:
Anthony Weiner strides onstage at Simon Baruch Middle School and grabs the
mic to talk to the good people of the Stuyvesant Town-Peter Cooper Village
Tenants Association. He takes his position beside, not behind, the lectern.
He has nothing to hide.

He wears a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, and pants that brightly
violate the boundary between orange and red. "I don't usually dress like
this," he says. He explains that he was just at a rally in Greenwich
Village, celebrating the Supreme Court rulings on same-sex marriage. Is he
really saying he hasn't had time to change out of his gay pants?
Weiner simply isn't a well man. His campaign strategy has been to act like
his scandal and downfall never happened, but you only need to catch his act
a few times to realize that the strategy is working precisely because Weiner
isn't acting. He genuinely doesn't think he did anything wrong and spends a
lot of time, as an unwell person would, slamming some nebulous "they" who he
is convinced are the real guilty parties in his personal melodrama. He talks
a lot about how his campaign is making those haters crazy, which - well,
you've all read Freud, or at least seen The Seven Percent Solution, you be
the judge, tell me this isn't a classic case of projection:
I'm running a campaign in a different way . . . and it makes them nuts . . .
. You know, someone once yelled out to Harry Truman at a campaign stop, he
yelled out, 'Give 'em hell, Harry.' And you now what he said? He said, 'I'm
just telling them the truth and it sounds like hell to them.' The very
evidence that I'm doing it right is how crazy I'm making them, and I'm not
gonna stop doing it.
As a pundit I know I'm supposed to enjoy political car-wreck spectacles like
this, but this Weiner candidacy is a very dark story. He's surging in the
polls mainly because the other candidates in the New York mayoral race are
so awful (Downes humorously called them talented but "collectively
uninspiring," like the Eagles) and because of the
I'll-do-absolutely-anything-to-get-in-the-newspapers factor that New Yorkers
always love and respect (just ask Joey Chestnut). But the endgame here is
that millions of New Yorkers might put a guy who needs a nice quiet decade
or two away from cameras and the Internet, maybe manning an ice station or
diving for abalone somewhere, into the least therapeutic job in America.
It's crazy. I bet there are thousands of New Yorkers out there right now who
wouldn't hire Anthony Weiner to condo-sit (and who wouldn't go near the
areas around their desktop computers afterward without a Haz-Mat suit), but
would gladly send him to live in Gracie Mansion. Believe me, I'm all for
funny, but this really isn't as funny as it sounds. This is one of those
ideas that sounds hilarious when you're high, but the next morning - not so
much. Can we not go there this time?
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Electing Anthony Weiner Isn't As Funny As It Sounds
By Matt Taibbi, Rolling Stone
26 July 13
Nathan's Fourth of July champ backs hot dog Anthony Weiner for mayor
Rim-shot! The event was the pre-Independence Day weigh-in for the annual
Coney Island Hot Dog eating contest, and improbably contending New York City
mayoral candidate Anthony Weiner was there to secure the "endorsement" of
perennial dog-pounding champ Joey "Jaws" Chestnut. "Joey Chestnut obviously
has an affinity for Weiners," cracked the candidate, in a Twitter-ready
sound bite.
Chestnut's actual endorsement must have been made off-camera - I can't find
him quoted in any of the campaign stories - but we can take Weiner's word
for it, right? It's not like the guy's ever lied before. "I can no longer
say I don't have the support of any famous people," Weiner gushed, after
scoring the endorsement.
Now, weeks later, the inevitable has happened: yet another sexting scandal
has popped up involving Weiner and, surprise surprise, this one was still
live a good year after he resigned from Congress promising never to flap his
hose across the face of the Internet ever again. Predictably, a series of
really gross, genuinely Favre-ean dong shots showed up on some Scottsdale,
Arizona-based website called TheDirty.com.
It turns out that Weiner was pursuing his usual creepy Internet rubfest with
some poor sap of a woman from Princeton, Indiana (which the Daily News noted
is "one mouse click and 850 miles away from Weiner") using the nom-de-wank
of "Carlos Danger," a preposterous title destined to be adopted by a whole
generation of hackers and trolls justifiably tired of the whole "Emmanuel
Goldstein" meme.
I don't mean to sound like a prude, but what the hell do you have to do to
be disqualified from high-level politics in this country? When someone told
me a while back that Weiner was running for Mayor, I thought it was a joke.
This married politician sent unsolicited pictures of his penis to female
strangers on the Internet! It's not a crime, I guess because indecent
exposure laws haven't been updated for the cyber age, but basically, he's a
21st-century flasher who used the U.S. Congress as a raincoat. Then he got
caught, had to resign from Congress in what normally would be shame and
disgrace, only to turn around and start doing it all over again pretty much
immediately.
I'm not saying the guy can't have a career after what happened, but his
options should be pretty limited - a rodeo clown, maybe, or one of those
guys who hands out fliers for strip clubs in Times Square. In an absolute
best-case scenario, a guest panelist on some
gross-out/embarrassing-video-footage compilation show on cable like Manswers
or America's Dumbest Criminals.
But Mayor of New York City? I know the bar was set pretty low when Mike
Bloomberg bought the office outright in 2001, but we can't have sunk this
far. And it's not just that he's some poor guy who got caught jacking off on
the Internet. He's also increasingly tone-deaf and belligerently nuts in an
inappropriate-Thanksgiving-guest sort of way. Lawrence Downes of the Times
passed on this tidbit just a few weeks back:
Anthony Weiner strides onstage at Simon Baruch Middle School and grabs the
mic to talk to the good people of the Stuyvesant Town-Peter Cooper Village
Tenants Association. He takes his position beside, not behind, the lectern.
He has nothing to hide.

He wears a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, and pants that brightly
violate the boundary between orange and red. "I don't usually dress like
this," he says. He explains that he was just at a rally in Greenwich
Village, celebrating the Supreme Court rulings on same-sex marriage. Is he
really saying he hasn't had time to change out of his gay pants?
Weiner simply isn't a well man. His campaign strategy has been to act like
his scandal and downfall never happened, but you only need to catch his act
a few times to realize that the strategy is working precisely because Weiner
isn't acting. He genuinely doesn't think he did anything wrong and spends a
lot of time, as an unwell person would, slamming some nebulous "they" who he
is convinced are the real guilty parties in his personal melodrama. He talks
a lot about how his campaign is making those haters crazy, which - well,
you've all read Freud, or at least seen The Seven Percent Solution, you be
the judge, tell me this isn't a classic case of projection:
I'm running a campaign in a different way . . . and it makes them nuts . . .
. You know, someone once yelled out to Harry Truman at a campaign stop, he
yelled out, 'Give 'em hell, Harry.' And you now what he said? He said, 'I'm
just telling them the truth and it sounds like hell to them.' The very
evidence that I'm doing it right is how crazy I'm making them, and I'm not
gonna stop doing it.
As a pundit I know I'm supposed to enjoy political car-wreck spectacles like
this, but this Weiner candidacy is a very dark story. He's surging in the
polls mainly because the other candidates in the New York mayoral race are
so awful (Downes humorously called them talented but "collectively
uninspiring," like the Eagles) and because of the
I'll-do-absolutely-anything-to-get-in-the-newspapers factor that New Yorkers
always love and respect (just ask Joey Chestnut). But the endgame here is
that millions of New Yorkers might put a guy who needs a nice quiet decade
or two away from cameras and the Internet, maybe manning an ice station or
diving for abalone somewhere, into the least therapeutic job in America.
It's crazy. I bet there are thousands of New Yorkers out there right now who
wouldn't hire Anthony Weiner to condo-sit (and who wouldn't go near the
areas around their desktop computers afterward without a Haz-Mat suit), but
would gladly send him to live in Gracie Mansion. Believe me, I'm all for
funny, but this really isn't as funny as it sounds. This is one of those
ideas that sounds hilarious when you're high, but the next morning - not so
much. Can we not go there this time?

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