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Weiner Admits Sending Inappropriate Photos and Lying

It amazes me that men in the public eye, intelligent, able to be elected to office, have this blind spot about two things. One is sex and that they can get away with what "normal" men can not. The other is the sinkhole of the coverup.

In this case, literal.

Anthony Weiner is an internet flasher. He admits to sending pics of his pubic region to women on line. Email. Special delivery.

A flasher.

Now. I have to say that I am first to defend people's right to use the internet for sex. Or to send porno to one another. But not to stalk, not to overpower, not to direct unwanted attention or photos.

All that.

The old guideline. Did anyone, including me, get hurt? In this case, probably, if the attention was unwanted. And Wiener sure hurt himself.

And this is so lame. A photo of gray undershorts? His shaved chest? Come on. if you are going to send something to someone who doesn't mind seeing it, go all the way.

It is true. Americans are really hung up about sex.

At least he is not, at this point, planning to resign. A sort of "fuck you" to the prudes and Aunt Sallies. Good for him. But can he hold out? Probably not.

Labels: Democrats, politics, thought police

MORE BULLSHIT FROM THE THOUGHT POLICE

Drop the Halloween Mask ! You Might Scare Somebody

What is the point of Halloween if there are no ghouls or vampires.

They are sucking the life out of our culture. The technocrats.

It used to be the church ladies but they had no power. Where did these bastards get theirs?

We will be sitting Halloween out again. There are no kids in our neighborhood whether they are wielding chain saws or wearing acceptable princess costumes.

There are a few princesses who live here but they won't be out for trick or treat. At least not out on the street.

I get nostalgic about Halloween. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

I never, ever one a prize for a costume as a child or adult but that bummer aside, we did have fun through the years.

The last time John and I dressed up we were candy kisses. The "Sweetest couple in Palm Springs". Before that was Batman and Robin with fake pecs. Or maybe it was the other way around.

Labels: holidays, thought police