In Weiner’s barrage of defiant yabber-jabber, the incident has morphed from a “hacking” to a “prank” to “spam” to a “goofy thing.” And in the political circumlocution of the year, he can’t say for sure if it’s his package in the pic (Maybe it’s “Randy’s”?), but he adamantly maintains he didn’t deliver it.
Just a few months ago, this Ick-arus of Capitol Hill was the toast of the Beltway at the White House Correspondents Dinner in D.C. — cracking off-color jokes about his name, making nasty cracks at his GOP congressional arch-nemesis Rep. Michele Bachmann and boasting (again) about his cable-TV combativeness. Echoing the many fan-girls he follows on Twitter, the media elite gushed that Weiner “killed it.”
The party’s over, but he’s still yukking it up while his political credibility and public dignity are on the line. Washington Times editor Emily Miller reports that Weiner indulged in repeated, bizarre phallic jokes with Beltway reporters on Wednesday afternoon, joking that he was “a little bit stiff” and that the story was “the point of al-Qaida’s sword.”
He then turned on his heels, sat down for the cameras and played the role of chivalrous knight for his wife, extolling his own virility in doing all he can to “protect her.” But his disrespect of women (the obsession with Bachmann is downright creepy) and his disastrously flippant response to the controversy are — as with everything he’s attempted this week — doing far more harm than good.
Like the mythical jerk who ignored common sense and flew too close to the sun, Weiner keeps flapping his lips while the brouhaha’s heat melts the wax off his sullied wings.
He’s falling and he can’t shut up.
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