Having just gotten back from a trip abroad where the news was dominated by the story of a politician facing severe consequences (and the end of his political career) for his sexual misconduct, I opened up the pages of the American news to find… well, pretty much the same thing.
While France digests the criminal trial of Dominique Strauss-Kahn, back home in America John Edwards is also slouching towards a courtroom, in a desperate bid to retain his legal license by beating the rap on campaign finance charges — and that was the minor political sexual misconduct story of the past week or so.
The major political sexual scandal was a full-blown weenie roast. Or, to be more accurate, a Weiner roast. This is technically not exactly the same thing as a wiener roast, but it certainly is close enough for the late-night comedian in all of us, right? The word “wiener” is an American bastardization of wienerwurst, German for Vienna sausage. The vulgar slang definition came later, of course. Anthony Weiner spells his last name differently, and it probably should properly and Germanically be pronounced as “whiner,” but (as previously stated) this is still close enough for everyone in the headline-writing business. Perhaps I’m overexplaining this, which you can chalk up to the fact that I confess to being sensitive about the whole “ei” versus “ie” thing, for obvious reasons (like the fact that when I set up my website I had to register “chriswiegant.com” along with the correct spelling, so that everyone could still find it).
Speaking of blogging, yesterday was my fifth anniversary doing so, after being invited to post on the Huffington Post way back when (you can decide for yourself whether I’ve gotten any better at it, by reading my first column).
This is a pretty rambling intro to the column this week, for which I apologize. I’ve been overseas and so haven’t done one of these Friday Talking Points columns in three weeks, and if truth be told I am still pretty jetlagged, so today’s offering will likely be a bit flaky around the edges. Flakier than normal, I should say.
Speaking of flaky, I see that Newt Gingrich’s entire campaign structure just walked out on him. Poor Newtie! It’ll be interesting to see if any of the other Republican contenders brings this up in the upcoming second Republican debate next week, won’t it? I mean, having your campaign manager quit is one thing, but having over a dozen guys follow him out the door is a whole other ball of wax. Oh, well, maybe Newt will still sell some books — which increasingly seems to be the real reason he jumped into the campaign in the first place. Continue reading Friday Talking Points  — Weiner Roast