Now Weiner, 47, is planning a comeback (oy). The dweeb who, after all, never got his jollies in the conventional sense wants to run for mayor or public advocate, as urgently as Alec Baldwin wants to punch out a photographer. Or me. And why not?
I’m not entirely alone in thinking he has a shot.
“He didn’t break any laws,” like escaped whorehound Eliot Spitzer, political consultant Hank Sheinkopf told me.
He also didn’t exchange bodily fluids, like Lewinsky-hound Bill Clinton.
“Will people forgive him for embarrassing himself and his family?” he said. “My answer is, yes they will. But it may be too early.”
In a sea of leftist mayoral candidates, Weiner distinguished himself as the most politically centrist. He endeared himself to me when he told Mayor Bloomberg, “When I become mayor, you know what I’m going to spend my first year doing? I’m going to have a bunch of ribbon cuttings tearing out your f–king bike lanes.”