Weiner Taking A Pounding

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The story is already well past old.

Weiner has to pull out, doesn't he?

Or will Weiner stay in and keep plugging?

The real story being that the New York newspapers are having a blast with the whole sordid tale. What got me about it is that evidently he had 5 or 6 sessions a DAY with his sexting partner.

A DAY!

My first thought was that he truly needed to get a job.

My second thought was an old joke that I heard once.

I had such a thorough masturbation session that when I woke up my penis was in the kitchen making breakfast.

And therein lies the problem with the world these days.

All of these things are in the newspaper, in blogs, on the news.

You have supposedly reputable news people (is there such a group) snickering as they ask whether Weiner has pulled out.

It's crazy!

And his sexting partner - Syd Leathers is now looking for a way to cash in. She's considering porn. She's aspiring to write a book or star in a movie.

(These people that end up on the best-seller list with vile garbage are particularly galling to me).

She's gonna' be a freaking star selling her story, and she's proud of herself. When she started telling people that she had been victimized I was a little taken back by it all.

And in the middle of it all the Pope came out and said that he won't restrict gays from participating in church if they wanted to be active members.

Oh God, I wrote that sentence all wrong - (Pope came out) - (active members).

And again, the problem.

There isn't anything behind closed doors anymore.

Everything is out in the open.

Candidates for mayor tell us that they are sick and/or victims when in fact they are just plain SICK.

"I'd vote for him," a respected member of society said to me the other day. "It's just too funny not to."

And I suppose that it would be funny if it weren't so perverted and demented.

"Weiner is gonna' stay in," my buddy said, with a laugh.

"He never WAS in," I answered.

(Dedicated to a friend who requested that this blog be written).

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