We have become so inured to this pathetic scenario that we now tend to just accept these incidents and move on. But, just this once, let’s pause for a moment to consider the breathtaking nature of Weiner’s conduct. Not only did he exercise the absurdly bad judgment of engaging in tawdry “e-relationships” where he has engaged in ribald e-conversations and sent shirtless photos of himself over the web (what is it with Congressmen and shirtless photos, anyway?), he thought it would be a clever “joke” to send a photo of his shorts area to a young woman. What does it tell you about this man, and his twisted views of women, that he would do such a thing? Then, when found out that he sent the photo in a way that made it publicly accessible, he says he “panicked” and lied that his Twitter account had been hacked. Guess he’s the kind of level-headed guy we want making decisions in a crisis, eh? And apparently his state of panic lasted for more than a week, because he continued to voice his lie through a media blitz. How trustworthy can this guy be when he can go before the media and lie, lie, and lie again? Only when his story became an embarrassment and an obvious fraud did he finally tell the truth — or, at least, what he wants us to believe is the truth.
I’m sure there are people who agree with Weiner’s politics who are willing to overlook this stuff and say this incident is a personal matter between Weiner and his wife that is none of our business. But let’s not kid ourselves about his true fitness to serve as a Member of Congress. This one incident exposes Weiner as dishonorable, easily flustered, a sleazebag, a cad, and a consistent, persistent liar. By not doing the right thing and resigning, he will leave it to his constituents to decide whether to return him to Washington in 2012. Let’s hope they do the right thing for the rest of the country and vote this jerk out of office.
This morning while I was swimming my laps at my condo a few of us started talking about the segment on “60 Minutes” last night about super computers that are now doing as much as 70% of the trading on the stock exchange.
All of us agreed that this is scary stuff especially when a large portion of our retirement savings is wrapped up in stock funds susceptible to this type of activity.
We also came to the conclusion that there will be many more events like the Flash Crash that occurred on May 6, 2010 when the Dow lost 1000 points because of an algorithm gone wrong.
These types of events will be reminders of the “bad” part of too much technology and unfortunately the individual investor will probably be the one who is most hurt when this type of thing happens.
Lately it has been very difficult living in Columbus, Ohio. Since Jim Tressel’s surprise resignation on Memorial Day, we fans and graduates of The Ohio State University have seen the reputation of that much-loved institution besmirched and ridiculed in the national press. It has been very hard to swallow, and many despairing Buckeye fans have struggled to deal with the news.
Still, I didn’t expect an Ohio State gnome to run off the rails in response to the news. I am sorry to report, however, that that is exactly what has happened. When I went outside to walk Penny this morning I was surprised to see our house gnome sprawled in the gutter after a bitter evening of trying to wash the bad thoughts about the football program, the NCAA, and the departed Coach Tressel out of his mind in a tidal wave of alcohol. Yet I could tell, from the plaintive expression on his face, that the booze therapy was a failure. The alcohol may have numbed the sharp pangs of embarrassment, but he remains depressed and perplexed.
He is thinking: How could this have happened? We were on top of the world only five months ago! We laughed about the futility of Michigan football and the comical antics of Rich Rodriguez’s so-called defenses! We finally got the SEC bowl game monkey off our backs! And then, in an instant, it all turned to mud.
Buckeye Gnome, all of us in Buckeye Nation feel your pain, and share your angst. But for God’s sake, have some self-respect. This isn’t Ann Arbor, after all!