Anyone for another serving of Weiner word salad?
Sorry guys, I can’t look away! I’m fascinated by the flamboyance of Anthony Weiner’s narcissism. It’s not just grandiose — it’s baroque! He’s soOooo colossally full of himself, judging even by skeevy politician standards. How does that scrawny little body support that humungous inflated head of his? (Insert obvious joke… we’ve seen quite enough of his “inflated head,” thank you very much.)
Denis Hammill: There is no one you are sexting now?
Weiner: “You can quibble about beginnings, middles and ends but what we’re talking about is over a year ago.”
“Now” is quibbling? He can’t confirm or deny if he’s finished sexting strange women? Not even TODAY?
Notice, he qualified it with “what we’re talking about” is over a year ago. Right. We’re only talking about the stuff we KNOW about. And the stuff we know about was last winter (and last time I checked the calendar, January was not a year ago). But the stuff we DON’T know about? Like… um, now? Yeah, that’d be quibbling.
It gets better!
Q. The Daily News reported on Sunday that you spent campaign cash on hiring a private investigator and a lawyer to look into the hacking of your Twitter and email account when you knew there was no hacker. That it was you who’d sent the sexual tests. Care to respond?
A. It was after. I told the reporter it was wrong that I’d done it after.
Q. After what?
A. After I’d left Congress. After I had admitted I had sent the texts. We needed to hire lawyers. We needed to hire other professionals to gather up information. Remember the House speaker had initiated an Ethics Committee investigation. We needed to secure all our hard drives and everything else. So that story is wrong. Well, 85% of it was after I left Congress anyway.
Q. You didn’t hire a private investigator to see who’d hacked your account?
A. No, the lawyers hired the investigator.
Yes, the problem was the Ethics Committee who necessitated hiring the lawyers who hired the investigator. You following that? If they hadn’t started an investigation, why there would be no need to hire professionals!
The problem isn’t what I did. The problem is how you responded. Is that mindfuck familiar to any of you, chumps? And how you responded compelled me to do MORE bad things.
Q. To see this woman (Sydney Leathers) you were sexting with get her 15 minutes in public must have hurt Huma, no?
A. Well, we look at less of that stuff than you might imagine. It’s not as if we sit around leafing through the tabloids. But we don’t have to. The level of venom directed at Huma has been so misdirected and unfair. Look if someone thinks I did something wrong, and a lot of people do, and I’m one of them, then I think it’s perfectly reasonable to say I will never vote for that bum again. But to somehow make this something that Huma did is just not fair.
Really Anthony? Make this something Huma did? Isn’t that EXACTLY what you did by implying your second round of cheating had to do with challenges in your marriage? Didn’t you speak all about these recent troubles in the Royal “We”? And didn’t you hide behind your Huma shield to field questions about your sexting problems?
Yeah, making this about Huma is really unfair. You should know.
Q. Is there yet another woman’s shoe about to drop in this campaign?
A. I have no idea. These are people who I thought were friends, people I trusted when I communicated with them. But who knows what they might do now. But none of it is new. It’s all old stuff. So I’ll be in this race for at least the next 44 days. And I think I can win.
People I thought were FRIENDS?!!! People I TRUSTED???
No, you mean people you sent penis pictures to, you dickwad. This is victim language! Oh, poor Anthony. If another shoe drops, it’s only because those people he thought were friends aren’t friends any more. Traitors! You think you can trust people, ya know? I wonder how Huma feels about him describing his sext buddies as friends and trusted confidantes? Yeah, real remorse there.
I hope New York City hands you your ass, Weiner.
Oh, and speaking of asses, check out Ms. Leather’s badonkadonk. I am going to resist making snarky comments about a 23-year-old woman’s summer bikini readiness. Who am I to stand in judgment as a 46-year-old crone of squidginess? I do not rock the bikini look myself. (I did, however, one baby and 20 years ago — which is more than I can say for Ms. Leathers.)
I will only say that the hallucinatory power of kibbles must be great. Whatever she’s smoking to make her think she’s pinup material must be the same crack Anthony Weiner is smoking to make him think he’s New York City mayor material.
Put the pipe down and retreat from the spotlight, you two! It’s embarrassing!