Let's face it, the name Weiner? Funny every damn time. It's impossible to hear or read about somebody named Weiner and not snicker and snort like Beevis and Butthead and say, "Heh heh... heh heh... You said 'Weiner'!" Certain words turn us all into 5th grade boys. It's a fact of life. (And if it doesn't? I probably don't want to know you. If you can't get a good old fashioned knee slapping chuckle on over a weiner, butt, or fart joke... well, those of us fishing our minds out of the gutter feel sorry for you.)
Let's all pause for a moment to reflect on the recently disgraced Anthony Weiner. Not only has he spent his entire life cursed by the name Weiner, he flashed himself into a full-blown (pun absolutely not intended but funny anyway, tee-hee) political scandal by exposing his weiner and sending pictures of it to unsuspecting recipients. On one hand (the hand holding his weiner, perhaps), he could have said, "What? That's my business card. Weiner, get it?" Or even pull a Bill Clinton and insist it was absolutely not his weiner until Linda Tripp showed up to investigate. But no... he's not as clever as I am. Instead? He stepped down in disgrace, amidst a flurry of dick jokes and guffaws on late night television, taking himself and his weiner out of the spotlight and, for all we know, into oblivion.
(Seriously... why do men think we want to see their business? We don't. We really, really don't. We'd rather see your bank statement and your credit score, thank you very much. If you send me a picture of your man parts I'm going to be more likely to laugh my ass off and then forward the picture to all my girlfriends so they can laugh, too, than to get all excited about seeing your junk. True story, yo.)
Mr. Weiner was not a stand-up guy.
Pity da foo'!!
Anyhoo, I was cruising through some previous blogs of mine and I came across one that is simply beyond appropos. It's almost like it was meant to be. Kismet, as they say (if "they" are Hindu or Buddhist or, well, me).
The Ghost of Blogs Past...