In my last dream before I woke up this morning, Anthony Weiner had decided to try to burnish his image by volunteering at my local branch of the public library. It seems like that would be a good idea, but there were a few problems.
First, the put-upon, disgusted attitude that was so hot when I’d see it in videos of Weiner sighing his way through House debates with dumb Republicans was a lot less attractive when he was directing it at old men looking for large-print Tom Clancys.
Also, Weiner was still hitting on virtually every female patron.
Oh, and finally, Weiner seemed to be evolving into some kind of man/lizard hybrid. Like, he was in the usual semi-off-duty politician costume of dress shirt (no tie) and chinos, but he couldn’t wear shoes because of his giant two-toed lizard feet. Plus he had a forked tongue and a tail.
So…I thought I didn’t really care about this story, but my subconscious has let me know I was wrong.