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huma huma

ok, i just need to get something out of my system...

weiner roast
we have a weiner
everybody loves a weiner

i could go on, especially since i haven't even started to imagine the possibilities of "carlos danger", but really, this guy makes it too easy.

yes, anthony "look at my" weiner is making news again for the exact same reason he last made news, which was by flashing bits of himself at pretty young things over the internet, this time using the aforementioned pseudonym "carlos danger", because, clearly, there was no chance that that could ever be turned into a joke. [actually, there really isn't much need to turn it at all. calling yourself carlos danger is a joke that requires no further embellishment.]

this time, however, more prominence is being given to his wife- his beautiful, smart, successful wife- huma abedin. she remained fairly quiet the last time her husband got caught shaking a tail feather at a 20-something twitterer and was pretty classy even when notable nutjob michele bachmann accused her of being an agent of the muslim brotherhood. i can't say that i'd have her patience or grace in the public spotlight.

of course, abedin has been able to learn stoicism in the face of public humiliation from the master as a long-time friend, aide and ally to hilary clinton. no woman has ever had to endure the sort of scrutiny of her husband's extra-pants activities as hilary did and, ultimately, she came through it well. but does that make it a good plan of action?

abedin apparently considered leaving the wayward weiner when she first found out about his "relapse", but reconsidered because she believed that he was a good father to their son. that's entirely possible, but i'd argue that part of being a good father is being a good example. there is no way that this poor kid isn't going to find out about all this and then he'll be left to figure out the lessons he's supposed to take from it. anthony weiner has repeatedly used a social media platform to solicit thrills outside of his marriage. not only does he not have enough respect for his wife to be monogamous, but he doesn't even care enough about her feelings to take steps to ensure that his dalliances stay out of the public view. if you ask me, that makes him not only a crappy husband, but also a crappy father, being willfully ignorant of the affects his actions will have on the people closest to him.

although i feel lousy piling on abedin when she's down, i can't help feeling that there's something very wrong with the logic of staying with a repeat offender [a repeat public offender] for the child. for starters, it implies that the child will somehow be deprived of the parent in the event of a divorce. i was eight when my parents divorced and i assure you, that isn't the case.

second, it comes uncomfortably close to assigning blame to the child. huma abedin may have her own reasons for deciding to stay with her husband. very possibly she loves him and wants things to work out between them. that's fine if that's the way that she feels, but it has precisely nothing to do with their son. saying that you decided to stay together because of him implies that if he weren't in the picture, you would have made a different decision, that perhaps you wanted to make a different decision.

louis ck likens continuing with a marriage "for the sake of the kids" to holding in a bowel movement for the rest of your life and i'll admit that i agree with him. sooner or later the backed up fury that consumes you is just going to become part of your personality and your relationships will be tainted by it. i hope that huma abedin is able to avoid that fate, for both herself and her child. her husband is making it... wait, i need to rethink my phrasing here... her husband isn't making it easy.

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