So when are these careless wankers going to learn how to respond to being caught? No, you don’t say, “I’m so sorry for the people I hurt and I’m so devastated over the people I’ve lied to and I swear I’ll do better next time!”
No. You say, “Yeah, I flashed my junk on Twitter, you simpering prude. What the hell business of yours is it?”
The incompetency of these people is obvious. They got caught. But once they admit they “did wrong,” the next step is to seek help. Seek help! For being horny! Might as well seek help for being addicted to breathing.
I have to admit that Tweeting pictures of your private parts is a bit seamy. An email is a relatively private affair, although it can become public far too easily; but Twitter is a social network with even fewer guarantees of privacy. So, there’s a bit of stupid that cannot be ignored here.
And, oh! He’s hurt his wife!
Well, maybe. Or maybe the conversation goes like this:
“I’m so ashamed.”
“You should be. Just because I said it was OK as long as you didn’t really have any actual sex didn’t mean you should wind up on the six o’clock news! Now I’ve got to pretend that it’s all your fault and that I’m just the obedient little woman. Next time, could you please use an alias!”
I’m having visions of JFK with a television crew just inside the door of his bedroom. That would never have made the six 0’clock. He had people.
Kudos to Janeane Garofalo for her support of Weiner on Bill Maher. Oh, wait. That didn’t come out right.
Surely, it’s a task to look at this incident objectively and to put it into perspective. We’ve got politicians being wooed with parties involving prostitutes and drugs. We have rampant hypocrisy of religious nutjobs decrying homosexuals while they’re homosexual themselves. And let’s not forget, we’ve got people being slaughtered in wars, which surely must be a bigger story than pictures of Mr. Weiner.
Where are those daily updates anyway? War is so boring.