I can't believe I'm feeling a twinge of compassion for Anthony Weiner. Yes, his humiliation is richly deserved. But among the many indignities politicians now have to endure, having to announce your resignation from Congress over the din of constituents calling you a pervert and asking whether you exceed “seven inches” has to be near the top of the list (only slightly below having to explain to inquiring minds that you have a “wide stance”).
It was yet another miscalculation on Weiner's part to resign in front of a bunch of New Yorkers. Yet, by and large, he “rose” (if that’s the word) to the occasion he'd created; he didn’t make excuses, apologized profusely and even threw in a high-minded word or two about the honorableness of his political opponents. Have a look for yourself:
The one thing that’s missing, however, is even a fleeting appearance of genuine contrition. For anyone who could say that his “most important” post-resignation business is ”healing . . . from the damage [he] has caused,” heartfelt shame is out of the question.