Don’t Care For Politicians
One summer day a few years ago, Anthony Weiner stopped by our little teacher crew at the beach while campaigning to commiserate with us. “My mother taught at Midwood,” he told us. He was standing there in a shirt with sleeves rolled up. His pants were also rolled up above his knees. He came across as earnest and direct. We offered him water and told him to sit down and relax a while. But campaigning has to go on and he left after about 10 minutes.
I generally don’t care for many politicians. Though I began to suspect he was a closet ed deformer who supported mayoral control, I still always voted for Anthony Weiner and I was rooting for him to become mayor, not the least reason was the fact that the UFT seemed to despise him (how much fun would the 2013 mayoral race have been as we watched the UFT dance over an endorsement?).
But who knew we were really voting for Weiner’s weiner, which obviously has control over the operation over there. I mean, this is a smart guy who did as dumb a thing as possible.
“What was he thinking,” everyone is asking? Well, it wasn’t Weiner doing the thinking. It was Weiner’s weiner. Women have pointed a basic fact out to me over the years (when you are a male working in an elementary school you get a lot of things pointed out by women) when it looked like I was going to get frisky (and not the cat food) by asking the following question:
Why do men wear ties?
Because they point to their brains. By the way, wife won’t vote for Weiner because she was not included on his “special” Tweet list. She is claiming age discrimination.