The entire political foundation of our Republic, already on edge from partisan attacks, was dealt a further blow when a picture, allegedly of Anthony Weiner’s (D-NY) private area was sent via his Twitter account.
The saga of Weinergate began Friday night when an unnamed but “comely coed” with a reported crush on Weiner received this photo:
After the photo was sent Congressman Weiner immediately attempted to repair his reputation and calm our troubled nation, claiming that his account had been “hacked.”
Ed. note: The Manhattan Infidel finds Weiner’s explanation to be plausible at first. There have been many, many, many, many times where I’ve woken up in the morning only to find that a “comely coed” now has a photo of my private area. The obvious explanation is my account was hacked and not the 12 empty cans of beer on the floor or the fact that I am tragically, achingly lonely. Oh so so very lonely. God keep it together. Don’t start crying again. Mommy!! Mommy!!.
But does Weiner’s hacking defense stand firm? Or does it peter out? Does his defense erect a bulwark against his detractors or does it fall limp?
At first glance Weiner’s case for a hacker falls short of expectations. A short, minuscule four minutes after the crotch shot was sent Weiner tweeted the same coed the following:
Hey, it’s me Anthony. Yeah, that’s my crotch. You like? No my account wasn’t hacked. Don’t be ridiculous. And just wait until I figure out how to use the timer on my camera. Then I’ll send you a photo of my ass. Because I’m Weiner dammit! And I’m sexy.
Seven minutes after the first tweet Weiner sent the comely coed this:
Don’t believe anyone who tells you the account was hacked. It’s all me. And speaking of all me, I’m going to send you a photo of my torso. But don’t get freaked by the stitches. I was shaving my chest and cut my nipple.
Perhaps the saddest part of this Republic-shaking scandal is that Representative Weiner has had his membership in the Spanky and Alfalfa Woman-Hater’s Club revoked. Said Spanky:
I bet he sent Darla a photo of his crotch too the bastard!
Representative Weiner has not responded to my requests for a comment on the scandal.
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Going with the Lil’ Rascals bit? Unexpected. And hilarious.
Just like Anthony Weiner’s dong.
Shamus: I understand this is what hurt Weiner the most.
I think he sings the Oscar Meyer Weiner song…to himself.
I thought this weiner gate was some sort of internet joke. Tisk-tisk.
Matt: Sounds like something he would do.
MK: A prank, or a yank, as Weiner calls it.