What A Tool

June 3, 2011

I always thought that if Anthony Weiner ever took Viagra he’d just get taller. Color me chastened.

Conservatives are having a ball with Congressman Weiner’s amazingly colossal bad week, and with good reason. For starters, it’s a guy named Weiner who’s been accused of sending a photo of his franks and beans, cleverly disguised by what look like a pair of grey underoos, to a 21-year-old girl that he follows on Twitter. What’s not to like about that? Secondly, Anthony Weiner is one of the single most obnoxious members (of, um, Congress) to pollute TV screens and devour newsprint. The protegé of Senator Chuck Schumer, Weiner has never met a camera he didn’t like (clearly he likes some more than others, though), and has specialized in spouting misrepresentations and bad faith arguments about Republican and conservative positions to serious news outlets and MSNBC every chance he gets. If Speaker John Boehner had made a boner like this one, Weiner would have called for his head.

Sigh. There’s simply no way to write about this seriously. Whenever I think of this I feel like Beavis and Butthead sitting through a sex education class after they’ve been warned not to laugh.

Nevertheless, I shall try.

The media has latched on to this story, somewhat surprisingly. Dare I say it, they’re being almost as hard on Weiner as they would be if he were a Republican. My guess is that this is because even our thumbless Lame Stream Media can grasp the concept of a Weiner wiener scandal. Also, much like Johnny Fever finally getting a chance to say “Booger” on the air, this gives Wolf Blitzer and company carte blanche to say Weiner in a context that directly involves a penis. Who could resist?

There are serious issues here, of course, and we should pay attention to them. The first is the idea that the Congressman’s Twitter account was, in his words, “hacked.” That’s a serious charge, and the person responsible has committed a crime. It calls into question the security of the Congressman’s computer and whatever is stored on it (confidential memos, Department of Defense briefings, pictures of the Congressman’s tiny todger, etc). If Weiner’s account was hacked, there needs to be a formal investigation by the FBI to determine the culprit, and there needs to be a re-evaluation of security procedures for all members (of, um, Congress).

But that’s not important now because Weiner’s account was not hacked. I might have been willing to buy that excuse if Weiner hadn’t reacted to this incident by changing his story (the “hack” became a “prank” as soon as he was reminded that hacking is a crime), by his explicit uncertainty whether the photo is of him (because nobody keeps tabs on the many photos we take of our own private parts), by his immediate reaction of calling a lawyer, and by his laughable contention that he’s hired a private investigator to solve the case rather than trouble the already overburdened police.

So no, the security issue here is nothing to worry about.

The other issue is that a Congressman (newly married, no less), is sending pictures of his (best case scenario) partially erect penis to a 21-year-old college student. The worst case scenario is that the picture was of his fully erect penis, in which case his last name will be filed in the dictionary under “ironic”. Either way, it’s not a good scenario. It’s a legitimate scandal.

Representative Chris Lee, a largely unknown Republican, resigned after posting a shirtless picture of himself on Craig’s List in a really pathetic and creepy attempt to pick up women, but the only guns in that picture were his biceps. Here we have a prominent Democrat and the (shudder) odds-on favorite to become the next Mayor of New York City, sending a far more obscene picture to someone and is, so far at least, holding off calls for his resignation or even an investigation.

This isn’t really a partisan issue or, at least, it shouldn’t be. Everyone has a sex drive, and scandals of this sort cross party lines regularly. For every Bill Clinton and John Edwards on the Left, there’s a Larry Craig or Mark Foley on the Right. But this is not a simple case of an extramarital dalliance. This is genuinely gross behavior and I, for one, simply doubt that this is the first time Weiner’s done something like this. The question then becomes, will the media allow him to obfuscate his way out of this scandal, or will they hold him to the same standard they would hold a Republican who engaged in such repugnant behavior?


The Roundup: Michelle Malkin’s syndicated column about the “Ick-arus of Capitol Hill” is here, and her blog posting is here. Hot Air has the tale of how Weiner finally called the cops…on a reporter trying to ask him questions. The always great Iowahawk (you really should be following him on Twitter), gets into the mystery. Jonah Goldberg has written a very fun G-file (available only to subscribers, and you should be one) and syndicated column.


And There Was Much Rejoicing

May 2, 2011

The news is still coming in, the story only half-formed (at best). There’s simply no denying, however, that this is a great day for America. Osama bin Laden is/has stone dead, definitely deceased, bleedin’ demised, passed on, no more, ceased to be, expired, gone to meet his maker, bereft of life, off the twig, kicked the bucket, shuffled off his mortal coil, run down the curtain, joined the choir invisible, feeding the fish. He is an EX-TERRORIST.

One thing this monster is not doing, however, is resting in peace. Hopefully right at this moment his body is providing sustenance for plankton. If it were me, I’d have wrapped his body in bacon, shoved ham hocks in his turban, and fed him to the pigs. But that’s just one New Yorker’s opinion.

The word this morning is the bin Laden was living in a mansion in Pakistan, 35 miles outside of the capital Islamabad. He attempted to use a woman in the compound as a human shield, and was shot in the head by a Navy SEAL. If said Navy SEAL is reading this, the drinks are on me…and there will be a lot of them. He was buried at sea so that his tomb would not become a shrine. Last night crowds descended on the White House, Times Square, Ground Zero and many other places, and there was much rejoicing. There’s apparently no truth to the rumor that Donald Trump is demanding to see the death certificate.

The political slant of The Clampdown is no secret, and I am second to none in my disdain for President Obama, but this is not the time for partisanship. As more details emerge, more praise and criticism of how this was handled will be inevitable. But today is a day to thank President Obama for approving the mission and for being smart enough to make this a “kill” mission instead of a “capture” mission. Would this have happened years ago if we had not spent so much time and resources on Iraq? Maybe, maybe not. Was Obama simply lucky that this happened on his watch? Maybe, maybe not. Today, it’s irrelevant. Today is a day to rally around the flag, rally around the President, and be of good cheer.

The celebrations are understandable, though justice should not be celebrated; it should be expected. Last night a genuine evil was destroyed. While it is certainly true that bin Laden will probably be replaced…this radicalism is a hydra…we take comfort and solace that this particular evil is no more. Osama bin Laden was not a “mad, insane lunatic” as I have seen him referred. He was well aware of what he was doing, planned thoroughly, and ran like a scared rabbit when his actions brought retribution. These are not the hallmarks of insanity, they speak to a man driven by a purpose. The Wild Man of 92nd Street is a mad, insane lunatic. Osama bin Laden was the textbook definition of evil: a coldly calculated purpose driven by the complete absence of good.

Already I have seen someone questioning the propriety of celebrating a “murder.” We did not “murder” bin Laden any more than we “murdered” any enemy general in any time of war. We killed him as a soldier in a war that he started. His death is a time for quiet reflection, and a reaffirmation to destroying the rest of the hydra. There’s also room for a few verses of “Na Na Na Na (Kiss Him Goodbye).”


The Roundup: Michelle Malkin is providing lots of details as they happen, as is Allahpundit over at Hot Air. There is much excellent commentary at, er, Commentary. And the usual quality material on The Corner. I especially like Richard Brookhiser’s succinct comment headlined “A New Yorker Bids Farewell to Bin Laden”: “We’re still here. You’re not. Go figure.”


Veena Malik Speaks Truth To Power

March 27, 2011

The Islamic world needs more women like Veena Malik. It is a sobering reminder of the nature of Islamic fundamentalism to think that this young woman is quite literally risking her life by saying this.


Obama Is Awesome

March 26, 2011

H/T: Jonah Goldberg in The Corner.


Israel’s Surprise Defenders

March 24, 2011

In the past couple of weeks, Palestinian murderers entered the home of a sleeping Israeli family and slaughtered them, right down to cutting the head off a 3-month-old baby. Real tough guys. News of this horrific crime was greeted by other Palestinians by the handing out of candy and general celebration. Every day, Hamas launches rockets into Israel with the goal of killing as many Israelis as they can. Now comes an improvised explosive device that killed one and injured several others when it exploded next to a bus. Reuters tells that story with this gem of unbiased reportage:

Police said it was a “terrorist attack” — Israel’s term for a Palestinian strike. It was the first time Jerusalem had been hit by such a bomb since 2004.

Naturally, the entertainment world is up in arms about these crimes. Elvis Costello refuses to play in Israel. Carlos Santana took time out his busy schedule of talking to the spirits of Miles Davis and Jimi Hendrix to pull out of a concert in Israel. The Pixies refused to take their “we need some money” reunion tour to Israel. Ditto Pink Floyd’s Roger Waters, on one of his endless recyclings of The Wall tours.

Hold on a minute…why are they boycotting Israel? Shouldn’t they be boycotting the ones who are launching the rockets, setting the IEDs, and slaughtering the families?

Well, yes, they should.

Fortunately, there’s a little sanity in the entertainment world and it comes from two unlikely sources.

John Lydon, the sneering sage of punk rock issued this statement last year, and it may well be the most punk rock thing he’s ever said (well, aside from the lyrics of “Bodies”):

I really resent the presumption that I’m going there to play to right-wing Nazi jews [sic]. If Elvis-fucking-Costello wants to pull out of a gig in Israel because he’s suddenly got this compassion for Palestinians, then good on him. But I have absolutely one rule, right? Until I see an Arab country, a Muslim country, with a democracy, I won’t understand how anyone can have a problem with how they’re treated.

And now, Kiss bassist Gene Simmons has gone to Israel and has some very choice words for those who would boycott Israel while absolving the Palestinians from any wrongdoing. From the Jerusalem Post:

Even though he had never returned to Israel until this week, Simmons has always been an ardent supporter of the country, most recently sending a televised message to an IDF soldier (and Kiss fan) wounded during the 2006 war with Hezbollah, in which he called the soldier a “hero.”

Although Kiss has never appeared in Israel, Simmons dismissed other entertainers who have chosen to boycott the country as “idiots.”

“As an American, there’s no choice but to be supportive of Israel,” he said. “This is the Holy Land, and it’s no secret that everybody in America perceives Israel as its only real friend in the Middle East—who else are you going to rely on?”

Now that’s rock ‘n’ roll.