We Live in A Thrilling Historical Epoch – Monday June 6th

I’ve had a lot of blessings in my life. Summer has finally arrived in Chicago, and with it so many reminders of my wonderful friends and family and husband. Indeed, I have so much to be thankful for and I am often remind how precious and good life is.

But there haven’t been many days quite as wonderful as today.

Today was the climax of Weinergate: My Current Favorite Half-Hearted Perv Denial Scandal. This story had so many wonderful elements. A short list of examples:
-Educational: I did not know that people sent pictures of their boners in tight underwear to their twitter followers. In fact, I am now considering revamping my whole twitter concept.
-Suspenseful: When was Weiner going to break down and cry? When were his other electronic liaisons going to come forward? Could we count of some of them being teenagers or men masquerading as women? (still hoping for that one)
-Family-Friendly: Well, not actually very family friendly, but my whole family laughed about it.
-Emotional: It was a pleasure watching Weiner whip up the fake tears that they must teach to the freshmen in Congressman orientation.
-Hilarious: The whole thing, down to his “I lied to myself” apology, was pretty hilarious. Additionally, I would say that Weiner didn’t lie to himself, he just hoped that he could bulldoze his way past this scandal, which he probably considered mild compared to Tiger Woods or Larry “Toe Tapping” Craig. But then Weiner’s hubris took over, and he forced the media to continue covering his Half-Hearted Perv Denial Scandal.

And it slowly boiled up to the lid until today, this glorious day, when it splashed over the sides in a fantastic and gruesome faux apology.

It’s not my usually stance to take such toe-curling pleasure in anyone’s downfall. I’m a nice person; I frequently rally against judgementalism under the argument that “life is complicated”. Still, there is such a unique pleasure in watching crowing, self-riteous, billowing bullsh*t bag, idiot politician get spanked in the ass. It’s my only real mean streak, and I’m not proud of it.

There is a bittersweetness to the climax of Weinergate. Tomorrow I’m afraid I’ll have to go back to complaining about the war, or the Koch brothers, or farm subsidies. For today though, I am happy. I am blessed with one more sweet reason to love life.