By Gary Alan Fine
Shame on Anthony Weiner for fooling me. Have I ever said anything snippy about him before his Twitter imbroglio? Yet, despite having studied Congressional scandals for decades, I was persuaded that he had been hacked and simply made a mess of his pressers. No one is that much of a goof. He couldn't quite bring himself to lie enough to persuade us to move on. If he had only denied, denied, denied that the photo was his, he might, just might, have gotten away with it. Tell us Anthony that they couldn't be yours, since you never wear underwear. Sure he would be lying, but he was lying when he claimed that he was hacked. Do it in style. He wanted wiggle room with his half-denials about the provenance of those briefs. As any worm can attest when you wiggle, you can get hooked.
Now the Congressman has a choice: will he resign or will he be a punchline? And what will his buddy Jon Stewart have to say tonight? I can hardly wait.
Apparently this ambitious and combative politician who dreamed of being mayor of New York City chose to fritter his life away on Twitter, sending flirtatious messages and photos to young women, even after his marriage to a politically well-connected wife. If stupidity were a crime . . . well, thank god it isn't, considering the prisons we would have to build.