Richard Crowson: How Not To Be A Punchline
I don’t Tweet. I’m not sure why. I’m an introvert – maybe that has something to do with it. Maybe I get everything I have to say out in my editorial cartoons or in my banjo playing.
But anyway, I’m pretty sure that even if I did Tweet I wouldn’t Tweet sexy messages along with pictures of my naked self to anyone. And if I did find myself desiring to Tweet dirty and send lewd pictures of myself, I’m pretty sure I’d check first to remember whether or not I was serving in a high-profile elected office. And if I was serving in a high-profile elected office and couldn’t restrain my urge to Tweet dirty, I think if I had a name like Weiner, I’d control myself. Why lob such a big ole softball at the late-night comedians and the Rush Limbaughs of the world?
What Rep. Anthony Weiner did was unfortunate on all sorts of levels. One of those levels was the 24/7 news cycle and its hunger for any story that smells of scandal, especially sex scandal. It’s the equivalent of ambulance chasing. Here’s a juicy easy story that’s guaranteed not to make the public’s eyes glaze over. You know – the way our eyes glaze over at stories about the economy, intricate world affairs, social issues, fill in the blank. Plus it has a built in punchline: his name is Weiner!
Next time, Rep. Weiner, for heaven’s sake, divert your energies to a pastime that’s a little less disastrous. Put something over your crotch, for crying out loud.
A banjo for instance.