A few words on Weinergate.

First, I'm sorry to admit that the man's name makes it difficult to write about events without bogging down in the well-nigh infinite joke possibilities. For instance, who didn't watch that tearful press conference and think "Oh, harden up, Weiner!"

I also notice that before said press conference, loyal supporters such as Barbara Walters were reduced to spluttering "Bu-bu-but... Sarah Palin!", as if this were some kind of coherent rebuttal in defense of a cocky, lying jackass with Weiner control problems.

But that still wasn't enough to make me want to write about it.

What made me want to write about it was the headline I saw this morning: "Congressman Weiner: Did Twitter Make Sexting Too Easy?" Really, Weiner-man? Really? Caught out in a bald-faced lie in public; busted in flagrante, as it were, delicto; and all you've got is a 21st Century equivalent of "The devil made me do it!"?

Do you not understand that it's not your digitalized trouser snake handling that America is bent out of shape about now, but rather the utter lack of judgment, sneering denials, Münchhausen-esque fabulations, crocodile-teared faux apology, and pouting refusal to give up the perks of office? Quit trying to blame your drunken-frat-rat-level risk assessment skills on your telephone, although it's obvious by now that it was the brains of the operation.

All I can think now is that it's a shame Twitter is such a new technology; if it had been around a little longer, Bill Clinton would be a disgraced ex-governor of Arkansas and nobody would have ever heard the name "Kennedy".
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