I’m no liberal, but at least in the old days the democratic party had the self respect to elect degenerates any patriot could be proud of: at the head of the parade was the rapist and murderer Ted kennedy, and following behind him a procession of priapists (JFK, Clinton), pimps (Barney Frank), johns (Elliot Spritzer), pedophiles (Mel Reynolds), and batshit crazy perverts (Wilbur Mills, Jim McGreevey). This lastest escapade shows exactly how low the party of Thomas Jefferson (whoremonger) has fallen.

Instead of going out and getting drunk and assaulting a waitress like say a Chris Dodd might have done, Weiner evidently sat at home in front of his PC on Friday nights touching himself like a pimply teenager in an AOL chatroom. I ask you: what kind of a country are we living in when a sitting congressman can’t get a little trim on the side and instead has to resort to onanism? Well I’m sorry, but there comes a time when a red blooded american has to take a stand - and this is it. Faced with looming bankruptcy and fighting three wars on two continents we cannot afford to have our elected representatives spewing their precious bodily fluids into socks and Kleenex, not while there are cocktail waitresses, underaged staffers, and unpaid interns upon whom they could force their attentions. For the good of the republic, Weiner must go.

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter - bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.”

Stephen Crane

d. June 5, 1900