We really don’t know what evil lurks in the smutty mind of Weiner. He A) won’t say; B) doesn’t know; or, more likely C) doesn’t care. As Weiner said, he never considered his sexts anything serious. Until he was caught.
Even then, he initially insisted his Twitter account was hacked, and developed a paranoid delusion that enemies were out to get him. Only when he was backed into a corner did he confess.
He had cheated, virtually, on his then-pregnant wife, and resigned from Congress.
He still doesn’t get it.
In the Times article, Weiner minimized what amounted to an intense form of emotional infidelity — to his wife, his constituents, and even to the co-ed with whom he was unfaithful with other tweeters — as “that fateful tweet.’’
Fateful. It was as if Weiner were suggesting that fate, not his own, miserable actions, were to blame.
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