As BurkaChick, a socialist soldier and “war on women” warrior, I am intrigued at the current escapades of Carlos Danger (alias New York’s mayoral candidate Anthony Weiner). Just as I was accepting Huma’s huff of humiliation about abandoning her self esteem for power (Lesson 101 from the Hillary Handbook), I now discover Mr. Danger’s pornographic pursuits are far from over. When recently asked if Carlos’ has ended his fiesta of flash, his reply was: “You can quibble about beginnings, middle and ends. But what we’re talking about is over a year ago. None of it is new.” For those of you who don’t understand the lingo of liberalism, what he really means, ala “Puss ‘n Boots” from Shrek: “Carlos’s Danger knows no Stranger”.
So where in the world will his deluge of dalliances end up? And as a “war on women” whiner, should I care?
The obvious progressive pop is no. The “war on women” only applies to demeaning Republican woman for standing up to their principals. But when it comes to a Democrat woman standing by her malevolent man, we are to be in awe of her humanity. We are not to think about or discuss it with any awareness or shame for her prostituting her pride. As progressive women, we are instructed not to berate her and mind our own beeswax and congratulate her for helping get her Mr. Bamboozler husband elected to office. We are especially instructed not to hold her accountable when his malignance of morals comes crashing down at the taxpayers expense.
And since quitting isn’t the way Carlos or New Yorkers roll, we can only hope that Mr. “F—Slutbag” (his communications director’s recent endearment to him) will adhere to his promise of properly representing all his constituents if he should win. And as for all us liberal women who wail the “war on women”, he will surely place us high on his pedestal. Or as Steve Martin would say, “High enough that he can look up our skirts”–for they both seem to have the same principals of what they believe.