In the New York mayoral doings, the New York Post has moved beyond Carlos Danger, but in this case it does not mean it is attending to the other candidates. It has moved on from Carlos Danger to flash the spotlight on Señora Danger. The online version of the Post features the graphic below.
The Post gives the story the kind of flood-the-zone coverage reflective of an episode reaching a climax. They won’t have Weiner to kick around for much longer. They will miss him.
In one story, we meet “Tweetheart: Anthony’s sexty online honey.” That would be one Sydney Leathers. Despite the name, dominance is apparently not her thing. She seeks to be ravished by an uber liberal. In Weiner Leathers had found her match. Reality has outstripped satire.
Like a sadist and a masochist, Weiner and Leathers are the perfect couple buried in the scandal. Can Weiner find redemption with Leathers in time to emerge as a new man for the 2017 race?
The Post seems to think that Weiner will have the time to explore the possibilities. It dismisses his latest explanation for the scandal updates as “A limp XXXcuse.”
In a Weiner Spitzer world, you can be a man without a chest, as C.S. Lewis put it in The Abolition of Man. You can have no honor. You can have no shame. You can embarrass your family, and you can nevertheless continue to seek higher office.
You can still carry this thing one step too far. There is a line that is not to be crossed: you are not allowed to make the Democratic Party a laughingstock. Thus the story featuring Charlie Rangel (Charlie Rangel?) in the Post’s Weiner package: “Get the hell out, NY reps tell Weiner.”