Used to be, men that wanted to show their private parts to
ladies donned a trench coat and roamed the evening streets looking for victims. A bit of pre-planning was done, no
doubt, to pinpoint the optimal location for privacy and largest pool of
victims. The only thing separating Anthony Weiner from the stereotypical trench
coat wearing perv is the inability to plan ahead. There’s no skulking in the shadows for him. Drop pants. Take photo. Press
send.
Self-called “sexperts” are calling Weiner’s proclivity for
snap and send a sexting addiction.
I’m assuming most people who think there is such a thing as a sexting
addiction feel this term is a handful of notches above the term “mental
illness.” Is flashing women an
addiction? I don’t think so. Hopefully some experts will weigh in on this labeling.
Regardless of what you call it, this man needs help from a doctor. The compulsion to repeatedly expose one’s
gentials to others is a mental illness.
Weiner says he has sought help for his condition. He claims he has received help from his
wife.
Enter stage right the schlumping Huma. Supporting. Smiling. Speaking
out on her husband’s behalf. She’s
sticking with it all so she can keep her family together. She’s certainly free to do such a
thing. Perhaps she’s sticking
until she feels better about a decision to no longer stick. She seems as if she’s a deep thinker rather
than a rash decision maker.
However, how sad would it be to see down the road, Huma explaining to
her adult son how she felt it was best to be an enabler (she may use the term “supportive”)? How it was better to let her husband do
as he pleased and repeatedly humiliate her in public and private. She may say in 16 years, “And now,
Jordan, you have learned so much from your dad, go out in the world and show
everyone what you have learned. Don’t
forget to charge your cell phone.
There are lots of young ladies waiting to hear from you.”
Recently, I’ve read several articles on Huma. What we seem to admire most about this
woman we have labeled “strength.”
Had this situation be reversed, Huma sexting and Anthony supporting, we
would not be saying Weiner was strong.
No sireeee. What seems to
pass for strength for political wives these days is to withstand shit storms
without an umbrella. Strength
seems to mean getting sucker punched in public and keeping your head up.
Had Weiner been able to keep it in his pants,
unphotographed, he would have gone far.
For all I know, he still might.
But first, dude, back it up a little. Drop out of the mayoral race. Don’t force people to vote for a liar. Get help. Real help from someone with a certificate on the wall with
seals, and signatures and all that stuff.
Stop talking about you for one damn minute. Apologize to your wife. In public. Turn
in your cell phone and check yourself in somewhere. Give us a call (without photo) when you are well, in control
of yourself, and ready to act like a man, a husband and a father.
