Apparently some hacker got into Weiner's Twitter account, found a hot co-ed that Weiner had made one of the 91 people on Twitter he'd chosen to follow, and sent her a photo of a guy's underwear-clad groin -- a guy who was very happy to pose for the camera, if you catch my drift.
This would normally be a Big Effing Deal, as it would be a federal felony -- but Weiner is the forgiving, easy-going sort, so he's considering it a prank and wants it to just go away.
In the meantime, he's being asked a LOT of awkward questions.
For example, is the crotch in question his? He says he can't positively say so one way or another.
Now, I'll have to admit that if you showed me a picture of my own tightly-clad nether regions, I'd be hard-pressed to point to identifying features and say "yup, that's my pride and joy" or "that's obviously an imposter." But I damned well would remember if I had taken (or posed for) such photos and uploaded them to the internet. (Unless, of course, I was wearing my Mr. Duckie thong. At that point, I'd plead the Fifth or say I was drunk, for the only time in my life.)
I don't do Twitter, but if I had several thousand followers and only 91 people I followed, I'd be fairly aware of who those are. But then again, Weiner has a high percentage of young, attractive, female "friends" he follows, so perhaps she got lost in the crowd.
I was put in mind of Weiner's former colleague, Chris Lee. At least Lee had the decency to resign when his cheesy, tacky photo and behavior became public. But then again, Weiner is a Democrat -- and Democrats have a loophole: they never promised to NOT be disgusting, vile, sleazy scumbags. So when they do these kinds of things, there's the "well, what did you expect?" angle.
A few years ago, while he was New Hampshire's governor, Judd Gregg got into a spat with another New Hampshire pol named "John Hoar." Gregg commented that the gentleman was well-named.
I always thought poorly of Gregg over that. I don't approve, generally, of making fun of someone on aspects that they don't directly control. Name, age, appearance, race, sex, orientation, handicap, or whatnot -- I prefer to abuse folks over things they have exercised some measure of choice. I'd rather hit them over that, than other, less substantive matters.
But, in this case, I gotta say it:
What a Weiner.